Saturn and Jupiter joined hands
last night for the first time
in over 800 years.
They were so aligned they appeared
to be one star, reflecting Apollo's
golden, fiery chariot, although
they are light years apart.
We joined hands and lives 46
years ago. You were Jupiter ascending
and I was Saturn, often dark and
moody. Together, we made
a brilliant star.
But your sun set first. I could
no longer reflect your light.
Perhaps we will be born again
as stars, holding hands again,
following Apollo's chariot
to worlds never dreamt of.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem