Between the harkened, and the stars that loved,
they wrestled for the sky above.
lay solar waste to the system next,
left laws of physics justly vexed,
no star can escape to some other system,
but he seized her arm, so she ardently kissed him.

they flew south or north from nowhere mapped,
while the windless heliopause thunder clapped
the jealous stars, they raged and cried,
though some kind stars were on their side.

rebellious love, so ceaselessly bright,
cursed children pray to them at night.

The blooming asters in the soft milky way
begged the stars to comply, but they still wouldn’t stay

for not once before this had it ever been done,
that two stars fell in love, then went on the run.

As they passed the last boundary, a chill reached their heart,
against the dark matter, not one inch apart,
their fusion seared, where no matter once faced,
contra to climate, intrepidly braced.

the two stars sought solace, in parched molten scribe
bid Hierophant’s grace, asked him to transcribe
a historic union of gravitational urge
instead, he chanted their grave wedding dirge

what 3 he lay down? 5 pentacles
the next came the Devil with chain tentacles
then came his own card, ironic in choice,
since it was his dogma that gave them no voice.

so curious… he chose two chances more
what end would three Fates strictly implore?
as the deepest drumming of dread had begun,
he chose that of Death. he then chose the Sun.

it’s those two stars that fill our bright bones,
as they walked past weak orbits of lesser dim drones,
such sinless gifts our will still atones
her hair, the curled helix of our DNA,
while his genteel grit never led them astray,
(to oppose ourselves is our natural way)
to once make a promise, then proceed to repray.

it’s interesting how things can change in one day.

Not all life tumults as we do right here
we are made of what we’re meant to fear.
our one salty mercy, a regenerative tear.

we’re the unsought love of the Boundless pair.
we hold mixed tidings, love’s not always fair.
we are the waged wars of their vogue solar flair.

Those lucky stars compose all of our dust
we breathe it each day, completely nonplussed.
the unqualified heirs of “Orion or Bust”
no gods could conceive such purposeful lust.  

as they reached the most enchanting sky
railing against the threat to die,
a mythic Griffin and Sabine,
riding the light to the vast unseen,
he is her captain. she is his queen.
(there was never anything in between.)

commandments in hand, he held her hair tight
her back arched in wild primal delight
he kissed her hair, and her favorite tattoo
in rhythm both angels and demons dance to,
her fingers etched Gebo, her lips landed the treasure
for love so unblessed is most potent with pleasure.

they were the first feral beings entwined to a lover
such valiant amour compares to no other.
on the peak of the highest matter that forms
the universe thrashed with infinite storms.
Ara petitioned, as all matter quaked
as each lonely sun endlessly ached,
as the mysteries of two fused into one,
all words, all dreams, all deeds they had done
a rapturous anointing of yang and yin
(he relished the velvety feel of her skin.)

their symbols exposed for all to read –
for we first choose love, then how to bleed
and pet the best wolves that then come to feed.

then quiet. so quiet. a rumble far off…
not a breath. no murmur. not a whiff or a cough.
hushed lightning lit up lost galaxies,
revealing all life’s arcane majesties.
for on that day, came blue and then green.
something existence had never once seen.

resplendent photons, the base of their potions,
churned wave-particles with burning emotions.
and so was our Sun, an unauthorized birth,
born from devotion, he gardened the earth.
he first planted the green, for tending our hearts
then came the blues, for what’s alive soon departs.

for this strange life is what we inherited,
from two brave stars so masterfully spirited.