The morning on my terrace shines so bright
That any thought of clocks becomes a crime
Arising from impatience and blind spite
Where dark thoughts burden us, but here sweet time
Alights the thoughts and takes the mind
To star-lit places travelled in our dreams
Where sometimes when awake we wake to find
Again within the confines of what seems -
So, my sweet Venus, take your blissful ride
Within this morning you and I now share
Already here, the two of us inside
A happy brightness where we’re both aware
That here and there mean naught – but here you are
Beside me now, my brighter morning star.
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