Poem: Sees Venus, Brief

 

Sees Venus, Brief

 

the night didn’t breathe,

save for a shy peek

from an owlet's querl,

 

and yet that one stray hint,

stark in the cold silver-black,

swung a sigh off into

faraway nebulas,

 

whirling such life

through those outposts of hunkering stars

they never thought to possess.

 

it were as if the lips of a desperate lover

 trembled

 and yet then broke free,

magical to sing,

and so from nowhere

 

stirred the numb, repressed eons,

long neglected and darkened, 

once more to dream.

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