The sun is in Libra; my twelfth house is a mess.
There’s a tight square between Saturn and Mars today.
Uranus is transiting; mine may be as well.
When my life seems a pain in the drain I can tell
Something’s up with my Mercury to my dismay.
Well, it’s retro; it’s not time to fuss or to stress.

Well, ok, so it’s retro; just what does that mean?
One does not go to banks nor the baker for meat.
For a horoscope natal, I’ll consult the best.
I once tried on my own, but I gave it a rest.
Just for matters of mettle I am willing to greet
A fine Element Guru whose insight is keen.

So, dear lady of old, elemental and sweet,
As you listen to what lays your head to its side
I do wonder what dreams of your future hold true
Today, as the world now takes firm hold of what’s new?
I am there where you were, and in that I take pride.
My nostalgia are roses to lay at your feet.

Like small globules of quicksilver live on a stage
My fond memories of simpler times coalesce
Eventually returning to one big ball
With my heart beating through the ordeal of it all.
Yet the times that will come, I do honor and bless.
In that, I endeavor to embellish the Sage.