Sun and Star

She is morning star and sunset

I see her and cannot forget
hair of blond and spun gold
sweet to smell, soft to hold
eyes of brown, green, and blue
so deep I lose track of hue

To be
a loyal wolf for Diana
a wise owl for Athena
a true love for Venus
a majestic tree for Proserpina

could I love a goddess?
would I dare worship one?
could I recognize one?
With eyes closed

No momentary eclipse
nor imaginary kiss
no powdery disguise

For the evening star and sunrise


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