My Venus Rising

MY VENUS RISING On the levee, that warm summer day, there you were, rising from the sea, daughter of my night, and in your way, the comforter of what a night can be. My Venus rising, you, the light of God, in streaks of light, through a summer rain, I still recall, but still I think it odd, I'd not seen you before, but would again. In your eyes, where there's no end to see, were secrets of the universe, I'd never known, but then they came to me as pools of words where-in I could immerse. And in your voice, you sang for me the song, that stays with me, my morning lullaby, that only poets hear, and sing along, and know dear Child of God, you'll never die. Would that this summer rain to fall on me, dispelling all the law concerning love, and in your eyes, I'd forever be the love in you, your heart is dreaming of. © Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet