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Venus

Beyond cold panes of glass      
Ursa Minor ladles darkness      
as if to scoop me into a parallel      
dimension within the Universe      
     
Come morning it's replaced    
by Venus, a beacon atop    
an Autumnal Bradford Pear      
like some holiday ornament      
     
It’s not the Christmas Star      
but an Eastern orb of planet -    
Love so often mistaken      
for something it truly isn't    
     
I don't watch it disappear      
as a reticent sun emerges    
I witness a slow absorption        
     
I think ‘humans’ are the same,    
fragments of average intelligence      
entities on a gravitational leash      
amid a diminishing Eco system -      
     
Soul-threads of being who’ll never
dissolve in death, but merge with
a greater Source of our selves instead
   
~
Written by Ahavati
Published | Edited 27th Mar 2017
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