Venus

With a rapture akin to fear
A day becomes longer than a year
And I still talk about meadows and stars
When all I see is metals and wars
Those defined forms that were sharp relaities in the daylight
Are only shadowy dreams in the late hours of this quiet night
And under that sky full of passion
I see a bald eagle fly
That eagle has lost its wings
Carrying a flower bowl into a desert of the kings
From that flower bowl proffers purple roots
I wonder if those roots bear blossoms or fruits?

A lovely crescent moon starting to set, with some great earth-shine reflecting back, and the two planets of Mars & Venus close-by. Kris Williams on Flickr