Venus
Now in the echoes of memory
It tastes even sweeter still
That familiar glow
Like the embers of next morning
That catch and leap into flame
Whenever our nearness
Brings the spark
And all I need do I close my eyes
And I can savor again the scent
The softness of your cheek
The sameness in your eyes
As mine
Alas, I have been a blind king
In a hall of mirrors
And ever have you stood
In the tall shadow of circumstance
But this I promise you
On parchment more precious than gold:
Now that the salt rivers of penance
Have opened these eyes
I can see Venus
And, it is you
