The Venus-Neptune discussion on th weekend prompted me to seek out the archives of my old blog and remind myself of these (so full of lovely non-reality!) And bless, how I loved them all. The Sag who took me along on his travels, and the Pisces who loved to yearn, and the Capricorn who was all 'it is what it is'
As a Venus-Neptune person I tended to be drawn to and draw other Neptunian types because we simply resonated to the same energy of idealised long-distance love. The common factor in the stories below is Neptune and the fact that each of these men and I lived in different countries.
The first man was a Sagittarius with an Aquarius Moon and Pisces rising, and Venus sextile Neptune. He was a biologist I met shortly before he was scheduled to go on a long-term project to Australia. We were lovers in the short time we had before he left the country. He slipped the note below into my bag at some point before we parted - I found it some weeks later.
Deserts allow plenty of time for thought. The night will bring your touch, and the swriling cloud of your dark hair. I'll weave you from memory, and starlight, and air.
The second had Moon conjunct Neptune trine Mercury. He wrote:
The snow on the street outside my window still holds the memory of your shadow. The empty city echoes with you and you steal through my dreams like a silent bird of mystery and sadness.
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Of course, there are other women. But none have eyes as dark as yours, or your way of biting their lower lip; None have your gentle calm, or your way of smiling with thier eyes or looking down to hide that smile. None can find their way in and out of hidden worlds, or show me hidden world in a fall of cards.
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Sometimes, when I walk the streets of our town I still think I see the echoes of you in it. Out of the corner of my eyes I think i see you standing there, with that veil of snow upon your hair and my heart lifts.
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These nights my insomnia is better and I sleep peacefully as though your own loving wishes have found thier way to me like a cool hand upon my face. I wish I could fix your sadness, erase the scars upon your skin.
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Did you weave spells in your dark hair?
Perhaps you are a spell.
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The end of winter nears, my enchantress. The snow has melted but not the ghost of you.
The third (a Capricorn) has Neptune as the apex of a t-square between Moon and Venus. The writing below is the only email he ever sent me, written shortly before he got married:
I have the life I want, or thought I wanted. But I still dream of you sometimes. And sometimes I still round the corner of your street, and I think I could have never predicted this thing. That a dark-eyed woman I met by accident and barely had the opportunity to know would be the love of my life.
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