Venus light shows,
Growing in turns and shades of,
Blanketed darkness, brimming trees,
and canopies of islands and such of doves sick cold and lonely

Music my soul can sing to the view
Grossly unfair and the rest of the day
I love it when you have a great way

The films of passion and people
displayed
Guilt's are yours
But bought suddenly like
Rain drops in an ocean
Of Light
And sunrise
Don't dwell on the past unless you
Have thoughts of a sudden urge
To be

Or have you been? Sitting there like always
A fume so entranced in the golden
Dawn