He moves between heaven and earth
And even deeper into the shadowy realm
And I can work with him
And weave word spells
Or douse you in soft illusions
Or conjure a pun and amuse you.
I can work with him
And do all of that
But I cannot write anything
That will delete the pain from our hearts.
There is no quick fix
No magical chant
No spell, no verse ever written
No prose to soak up our pain.
Whether Uranus has torn your heart asunder
Or Pluto put to waste your dreams
Like Chiron we must bear the pain
Of tears that seem like they’ll never cease.
Venus herself is rendered hollow-eyed
And no largesse of Jupiter will suffice
Even mighty Mars stands defeated
In the shattered ruins of human lives.
It is only Saturn’s steady grind
The powerful passage of time
Or some unknown grace
That magically descends as you sleep
Or awake from Neptune’s soft embrace
That will one day wipe the pain
From our tired human eyes.