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My Horoscope is Always Wrong by Alison McKenzieI don't know why I bother
With these crystal balls,
The Tarot decks,
The inclinations to take this turn,
Or that path
Instead of another.
When everything I've experienced,
Every city,
Every ending,
Every twist,
Every rejection,
Every daybreak
Has led me to
This celebration -
The (re)union of you and I
And every moment
Etched into every horizon's palm -
My mouth craving
Your lips;
My eyes wild
For your desire;
My ears heavy with
Longing for the way your hands
Will dance on air
When your voice
Breathes the gentle vibration
Of spring into my lungs,
Those moments I was without life.
I know the truth of us
Doesn't lend itself
To life as we now know it.
But this is the beauty of
Knowing what cannot be
Grasped with naked senses.
This is the magic
Of blind luminesce;
The way two stars understand
Their place in the other's sky;
The way mountains converse
Without the aid of technology;
The alchemy of two souls
Finding their way to
Synergy.
03/06/2015 Posted on 03/06/2015 Copyright © 2025 Alison McKenzie
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 03/06/15 at 09:40 PM don't you love it when presumed destiny and pre-ordained fate is thwarted with such delicious results, Alison? |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 03/07/15 at 04:35 PM Your way with words never ceases to amaze me; beautifully written, as always, per your standard. So amazing. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 03/13/15 at 08:07 PM A wonderful expression of both the life of love and the love of life whether in actuality or in reflection. |
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