For What It's Worth ...
Is Everything.
The Graceful Gravity of Goodbye
~TigressSky © January 27, 2015~
And there she stood,
the grass between her toes,
her feet firmly planted upon the Earth
A hush running through the crowd.
In that moment she could feel how quickly the world spun.
She could feel the Mother wobbling on her axis.
How could she not be thrown right from this place?
It had to be more than gravity ... perhaps, grace?
She shut her eyes and asked
the Goddess,
her mother,
the Earth,
what she should do?
In the darkness,
the world grew silent,
the sound of her heart beat flooding everything,
until the thumping silence was just too maddening.
So she opened her eyes ...
There stood Her gravity
In the golden light of Apollo's gaze
She fell into His arms
a moment of grace
in which a Queen birthed her King.
"For what it's worth"
would be the cry of all he could offer;
the cry all whom followed could offer.
A community of "for what it's worth"
given to the grace of a Queen
in constant search of gravity.
So it was she learned to love,
without attachment,
but instead with grace,
knowing she was the Queen,
but she could never be theirs.
Most importantly,
They would never be hers.
Like all Queens before her,
she was a blessing of the land
with the power to make a King
of any she touched,
regardless of gender,
but she could not make them stay.
And she knew she wasn't suppose to
no matter how the loneliness tore at her heart.
A heart finally opening,
such a feat was worth all the scratches,
all the broken pieces,
all the moments of pain,
tears, all the lonely nights,
curled up with a sappy chick-flick
only the devotion of a cat for company ...
Grace.
Is what it took
to always be
to always do
the right thing
for everyone else
and love as if it was always
the right way
for a Queen
to find
Gravity.
Is what it took
to always leave
to always rationalize
the committed repose
of a King
whose court
is an exit sign
of the broken promises
of forbidden lovers
practicing their
Goodbye.
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~TigressSky © January 27, 2015~
And there she stood,
the grass between her toes,
her feet firmly planted upon the Earth
A hush running through the crowd.
In that moment she could feel how quickly the world spun.
She could feel the Mother wobbling on her axis.
How could she not be thrown right from this place?
It had to be more than gravity ... perhaps, grace?
She shut her eyes and asked
the Goddess,
her mother,
the Earth,
what she should do?
In the darkness,
the world grew silent,
the sound of her heart beat flooding everything,
until the thumping silence was just too maddening.
So she opened her eyes ...
There stood Her gravity
In the golden light of Apollo's gaze
She fell into His arms
a moment of grace
in which a Queen birthed her King.
"For what it's worth"
would be the cry of all he could offer;
the cry all whom followed could offer.
A community of "for what it's worth"
given to the grace of a Queen
in constant search of gravity.
So it was she learned to love,
without attachment,
but instead with grace,
knowing she was the Queen,
but she could never be theirs.
Most importantly,
They would never be hers.
Like all Queens before her,
she was a blessing of the land
with the power to make a King
of any she touched,
regardless of gender,
but she could not make them stay.
And she knew she wasn't suppose to
no matter how the loneliness tore at her heart.
A heart finally opening,
such a feat was worth all the scratches,
all the broken pieces,
all the moments of pain,
tears, all the lonely nights,
curled up with a sappy chick-flick
only the devotion of a cat for company ...
Grace.
Is what it took
to always be
to always do
the right thing
for everyone else
and love as if it was always
the right way
for a Queen
to find
Gravity.
Is what it took
to always leave
to always rationalize
the committed repose
of a King
whose court
is an exit sign
of the broken promises
of forbidden lovers
practicing their
Goodbye.