As Jupiter Rose

To my Muse, my Rose, my Sprite, my Willow, my Love.

I wept this morning,
As Jupiter rose;
Both joy and sorrow
Rode the tears.

One single glistening moment,
A century of extremes.
I cherish every teardrop;
Each one represents a dream.

We stormed the Gates of Heaven,
Threw consequence to Hell;
The force of our love
Caused Angels to fall.

We defied natural law,
Wrinkled Space and Time.
For a wink, we were winning,
But were withered by solstice.

We sat hidden on a hill,
Unearthing shadows of epic nature.
You said it all seems like a dream...
That's what we were.

Our love is now evolving
To survive climatic change.
Great friends, we did begin,
Great friends, we shall remain:

You know I'll keep your secrets,
I hope you will keep mine.
You know that you can trust me.
You know I will not lie.

You know I want what's best
If it rips my soul from myself.
I can be objective,
Though it tears out my heart.

Now the South Wind is pushing
The Rose from the Oak.
The Traveler lies dead
'Neath the Weeping Willow.

A few stained-glass words,
A stiffened embrace,
A Krystaline kiss,

An unworthy ending

Author's Note

Into this, I have bled my soul...

Reviews

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. i've been on this page since some time now ... i've read each stanza several times ... you've etched an exquisite masterpiece in blood ... i've been moved to tears ... i've been moved to introspect ... i've reflected ... to begin with, i can tell you that your soul is magical ... giving ... radiant ... passionate ... earnest ... tentative ... human ... and ... humane ... and ... it's intensely and immensely so ... fortunately or unfortunately, i have been in this place that you speak of ... the question really is about what love means to us ... in my case, love means transcending all barriers ... i can feel its power and that power is absolute ... in my soul mate's case, he feels its power but resists it and has been resisting it since quite some time ... the very fact that he needs to resist it doesn't tell him that love is more powerful than he can ever be ... so, i'm waiting patiently for him to find out ... just thought i'd share my thoughts with you on the subject of love in case there are some insights in here that are of value to you ...

[Rosalind Gale]

To bleed so - is to give the reader everything. Who can ask for more? I love the richness, the imagery and metaphorical nuance (as kris points out) All sorrow, all love, is collected here in your poem - yours and everyone who reads it. Whoever writes in true anguish, in pain, for themselves, writes for everyone who has experienced such feelings. The words are true, your feelings tangible. You have the demur of a romantic, and the age of reason - of Enlightenment - seems to shine through with each verse.
Thank you so much friend,
-xxx-

So beautiful, so pure, so awarded for two special souls intertwined in each other's love, what is more beautiful than to write about. Great poem. I hope it will be forever!

E.L.

[Corset]

ohhh, this is so heartbreaking, love will see it's trails and love will see pitfalls, but the important thing to remember is that love belongs to the beholder and even if our beloved does not return it's embrace, you still hold the seed within you, that is yours, you can still feel the green of it even though it has withered in the eyes of the beloved, you can still believe in it's power to heal and to return, maybe not in the way you would like, but from someone who knows I can tell you, if you hold love in your heart it is always yours, no one, not even your beloved can take that from you.

[Kristallo]

Stunning. Your clever use of symbolism and metaphor throughout this enigmatic piece is moving. You really stayed true to self in this one, but then, I believe that all of your poetry is honest and soul-bearing.

"We defied natural law,
Wrinkled Space and Time.
For a wink, we were winning,
But were withered by solstice." ---Loved this line most. I was also touched by the ending, of stained-glass words and krystaline kisses. Such a genuine emotions painted out in the somber monochromatic of a surrealist's dream. Powerfully evocative storytelling. My soul bleeds, too, as I appreciate the depth of love that you poured into this masterpiece. My eyes film with sorrow as I empathize alongside you in this situation... loved the poem.