Solitude Reigns



Solace comes but once a day,
Lying upon the back, Venus
Neatly bright to your left,
Burning the black night white.

Stillness but once a morn,
Cold fog sits among the dew,
Heavy as her breast did hang,
Still warm as you held them.

Quiet arrives noisily, after
Labored breaths no longer
Breathe, but rest at last,
The last great flood will open.

Peace eludes, lying also still,
But just beyond the far horizon,
Where so many undeserved lovers
Sail nightly by moonlight in vain.


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Cosmic surfer of paradoxes.
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