Green is the eye of Venus, though now tightly shut. <br />Ancient music drums, <br />Trees viridian-hued. <br /> <br />The night has settled, dark as fear. <br />I rode a stallion- <br />Jet-black he was, <br />Against an array of foliage, <br />Emerald green, <br />Into the dead of night, <br />He rode. <br /> <br />Sleeping, I am? <br />Or am I living within some land of the surreal? <br /> <br />Lost within a valley, <br />I lie amongst tall reeds. <br />Water showers down upon me. <br /> <br />Skies turn mauve, purplish- <br />No calm before this storm. <br />Struck by lightening, <br />Branches are fallen by the wind. <br /> <br />Upon awakening, <br />As day breaks, <br />The ancient music’s melody is arrested. <br />A sibilant voice whispers to me: <br />“Sleep amongst the dead, <br />And depart from the living.” <br /> <br />As I nonchalantly gaze at the rising sun, <br />I wave “goodbye” to Venus, <br />And as she falls behind the horizon, <br />She waves back at me, and winks at me, <br />While ancient music begins drumming again…<br /><br />Claudia Krizay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/eye-of-venus/
