Into the clear blue of a twilight sky,
Venus and her slivered new moon,
dance to the suns fading tune,
a swirl of cool iridescence,
twirls amidst the nightingales first trill.
Her Jovian chaperon,
winks through the wisping clouds,
as they play in apricot shrouds
sweeping across pale blue hues,
a divine smile flashing across this heavenly evensong.
'Adieu!... adieu mon cher, adieu'...
A glimpse of shadow
slips between the sheen,
a rhapsody of spheres,
caught within a stream,
eyes that twinkle as the stars appear,
from out the blue, both dark and near.
Painted with light,
upon a phosphorescent screen,
this tableaux of desire,
a simulacrum of a dream;
The mirror of divinity is rarely what it seems.
'Adieu!... adieu mon cher, adieu'...
Adieu le passé,
bonjour le présent,
et vive l'avenir.
© Richard Michael Parker 2012
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