Neptune Neptune
- © Christine Klein
- Jun 11, 2016
- 2 min read

Neptune Neptune you planet,
milky blue shiny transparent
floating weightless,
so airy and yet so dense on our lives.
Remote in the depth of the universe
hidden
but still so visible.
Mist, Fog
hazing,
not being able to see clear ,
tapping around
and nothing to hold on to
slippery surface inside out
Standing on a bridge filled with
cold fluffy particles
which make you cough
nearly choke and a deep longing
which nearly causes you to fall on the wet dirty ground
of stories of a nearly forgotten yesterday.
But there is something dragging you
like slightly pulled by an invisible force
Into the cloud of uncertainty of not knowing
not being able to even guess where you will land
Is it soft like the blanket of grass on a summer meadow
or is it rocky with pebbles cutting new wounds
in your already wounded skin
with the soul screaming without being heard?
And the thread emerging out of the dark back,
past where you still feel you can not let go –
still tied up
tight….
The air tastes like salty noise
silently calling you and
you sense the more you try to resist the cloudy force
the more you are dragged in,
into the inscrutable
mist of a dubious outcome,
dissolving your mind,
your stories,
the You
that you always believed is the depth of your very soul….
Closing your eyes
not allowing the fog touching your eyes
but it finds its way into your scary-frozen skin
through every pore of
your body,
your soul and after a while
remaining
the almost unbearable sense of being so tired.
Hands already scraped down from vainly,
desperately holding on to the thread of your old self,
sweat pearls tasting salty running down your face
disported by pain and a frustrated I wont let go NO!!!
The last sharp stroke of the string
cutting deep in your palms
strength is fading away of
trying to keep the Old close with you
slowly sliding out
Eyes wide open
panic,
fright
shock
and a last desperate cry out into the empty space
silently dying away in the depths of the muddy dark of an old saga
told too many times….
Then a moment of silence…..
Collapsing, the pearls of sweat become one with the tears of
exhaustion,
tiredness starts seizing your body inside out
and slowly you turn your sight and you take a first glance
…..
Something else taking over, what is it?
The silent white blue gentle force of the Neptune mist?
Giving up, giving in, letting go, traveling…..
towards the kindly,
nearly caressing voice of the soul,
the new You,
the Real You,
maybe….
who knows….
only Neptune and the stars…..
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