Words with Wednesday

Venus has gone retrograde, there is a blue Aquarian moon on Friday, and my own moon sign is in Aquarius, revealing this inner nature and these inner words of my soul:



Bearing conscience like water

Of the moonlight whole,

On the shoulders basking

In the potter's soul;

The periwinkle paradox,

Betwixt before the mystic rock;

The slave of none, gratitude of One,

The shyest of the queens--

To quench the rising sun's exhaustion,

Drawing love from a unique stream, 

to rinse the drying and saturate

the parched seeds of a dying dream.