I am the water within the stem of the shoot,
My red veins boil because I feel from the root.
My flair is a colour that bleaches the petal,
My passion is beauty, my reaction is fatal.
I was born of some ballistic nine planets,
I curl on the night and orbit bad habits.
Out of order, I’m futile, ferocious like Mars,
Tomorrow I’ll tend to soft Neptunian scars.
Today is contemplative, thinking in Mercury,
Yesterday I was pulled by waves of the sea.
Fooled by the moon, the Piscean’s dreamland,
Imaginative trickster, a skilled sleight of hand.
Often too Aries, the ascendant bears bold,
That renegade utopian is an Aquarian cold.
But true to my nature, my heart’s ocean wide,
Am I two little fish or more Jekyll ‘n’ Hyde?
The half-moon splits one Gemini twin
To play with redemption or ponder to sin?
Made of the good, the bad beautifully ugly,
Cryptic self-analysis persisting quite smugly.
Deeper, I’m a lily on the bed of my soul wave.
I tap in so slightly - yes, even before the grave.
A cluster of the elements, I cannot pick which one.
Just another dying daisy, but I know where I come from.