Venus Rising

© 1996 by M. Otis Beard. All Rights Reserved

Let me plant my last flag on thy alien shore
And linger in love on that sweetwater strand
Land of my dreaming, country I was born for
The wind tightens my sails, the wind sings in the spars
O thou brightest and farthest of stars!

Let me eat of forbidden fruit from thy pale hand
And sow the dark seeds at thy mystery's core
Orchard abundant in the dead desert sand
Madly strung with a thousand wild gypsy guitars
O thou brightest and farthest of stars!

Let me play my last role on thy untrodden stage
And drum up the drama that sleeps in thy breast
Dressed up for the part of a beast in a cage
Humanized and ennobled from between the bars
O thou brightest and farthest of stars!

Let me be the last goal in thy life's lonely quest
And shine in the dark from on high, like a sage
May journey's end find thee at roost in my nest
Wanting nothing, well warmed in the light that is ours
O thou brightest and farthest of stars!


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