a VD poem
I see through the nebula of your mind,
the answers to questions asked by mankind.
Your eyes are tide pools of heavenly bodies and stars,
stretching from the Milky Way to Venus and Mars.
My senses are in tune with The Planets, you see,
be it the Messenger, the Mystic, the Magician - all three.
This form you have taken, how it tempts to destroy,
twisting my rational thoughts into those of a boy.
The door to your soul - out of respect for Janus,
...Oh my! Could it be...was that Uranus?
Copyright 2017 Jeffrey James Ircink