Don Gray
Art Essays, Art Criticism & Poems
Early Morning Venus...A PoemWhen dawn new pales with horizon gold scarved in dappled grey, and calmly brilliant Venus timeless holds on high in stillness everlasting, I feel a faint quickening, as of lost youth revived and beauty-inspired joy unscarred by weariness, the losing battle with life. Larger than the brightest star, distant, shining, icy, yet warming to my eye's embrace; intensely white, resplendent, solitary, dominant, the brightening morning is your domain. You reign supreme. There is none other like you 'til the great golden god mounts his eastern throne and you are vanquished, from our sight overthrown, by one far greater than you. Still, you remain my silent, silver queen of early morn. Copyright by Don Gray
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