Tuesday, January 21, 2014

Venus

Her brilliance astounds
my very spirit.
I am a slight silhouette
in ever-changing ambiance
caressing scorching embers
and burnt strands.
Here my dreams are forevermore.
My soul possess a fire
greater than the sun's.
Fire goes nowhere without light.
Passion will be made known.
Light will be cast into black holes.
The Messenger is in my sight.
The magnificent world
I scarcely eluded
is a mere step behind.
I'd rather be consumed by this air
than to ever set foot back there.

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