Neptune Neptune you planet,
milky blue shiny transparent
so airy and yet so dense on our lives.
Remote in the depth of the universe
but still so visible.
not being able to see clear ,
and nothing to hold on to
slippery surface inside out
Standing on a bridge filled with
cold fluffy particles
which make you cough
nearly choke and a deep longing
which nearly causes you to fall on the wet dirty ground
of stories of a nearly forgotten yesterday.
But there is something dragging you
like slightly pulled by an invisible force
Into the cloud of uncertainty of not knowing
not being able to even guess where you will land
Is it soft like the blanket of grass on a summer meadow
or is it rocky with pebbles cutting new wounds
in your already wounded skin
with the soul screaming without being heard?
And the thread emerging out of the dark back,
past where you still feel you can not let go –
still tied up
The air tastes like salty noise
silently calling you and
you sense the more you try to resist the cloudy force
the more you are dragged in,
into the inscrutable
mist of a dubious outcome,
dissolving your mind,
that you always believed is the depth of your very soul….
Closing your eyes
not allowing the fog touching your eyes
but it finds its way into your scary-frozen skin
through every pore of
your soul and after a while
the almost unbearable sense of being so tired.
Hands already scraped down from vainly,
desperately holding on to the thread of your old self,
sweat pearls tasting salty running down your face
disported by pain and a frustrated I wont let go NO!!!
The last sharp stroke of the string
cutting deep in your palms
strength is fading away of
trying to keep the Old close with you
slowly sliding out
Eyes wide open
and a last desperate cry out into the empty space
silently dying away in the depths of the muddy dark of an old saga
told too many times….
Then a moment of silence…..
Collapsing, the pearls of sweat become one with the tears of
tiredness starts seizing your body inside out
and slowly you turn your sight and you take a first glance
Something else taking over, what is it?
The silent white blue gentle force of the Neptune mist?
Giving up, giving in, letting go, traveling…..
towards the kindly,
nearly caressing voice of the soul,
the new You,
the Real You,
only Neptune and the stars…..