My Venus

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My Venus is such a tease

An artist of slow reveal

mixing colors in the future

on a palette she keeps concealed

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knowing that riddles are my pleasure

and that TIME puzzles me best

she paints from where her easel stands

and puts my vision to the test

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Across a moonlit field

through airs of a misty moor

to a stone bordered cottage

with tall windows to the floor

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I've disguised my arrival

as the wind drafts the hearth

the fire suddenly blazing

to illuminate her art

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She is busy altering the day

wi the soft brushes of illusion

moving sunlight into darkness

but in a style quite bemusing

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My life is the whitened canvas

that feels this painter's passion

a deeply textured surface

that matches her secret fashion

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She's captured my deepest nature

with colours from the sky

and draws the morning light

from the center of my eyes

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Sketching strangely familiar faces

that I know, but not All together

they smile as if to wish us

a time of glorious weather

​

In a basket of sturdy wicker

we toast to a soft ascent

  and as love inflates our spirits

  and the balloon finds its form

I realize that this flight

was destined all along

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So to remind of this moment

that will surely come to unfold

I breathe the scent of roses

and she shapes the rings of gold

​

The ropes are loosened!

We lift above the hedges

she sets one petal drifting

to mark the stories edges

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And as her hand stills to rest

and the palette fades from sight

she whispers to the flowers

"Tell my Love...Good-night!"

 

 

 

It's in becoming one's own witness,

 

that freedom from judgment is gained.

 

 

 

It's through grace kindling the spirit,

 

that Divinity forgotten is again re-gained.

 

 

 

 

Jrm   1986 -1988