Written in the stars, it’s true,
Yet stars shift their view.
Waxing moon-bound energies.
North Node destinies.
Mercury-tongued,
No longer sharp.
Cupid draws his bow,
Gentler now his art.
Old wounds,
#Adroitly turned to scars.
Softened into #palimpsest,
Reaching for a brighter start.
~rev
#vss365
