Sketching Venus, Drawing Mars
by Jennifer L Banks
Would I were blessed such talent
as the Goddess has colored you,
might the muses lend a paintbrush
that I might paint my midnight blue.
As blazen as the dawn is born,
in red and orange and gold,
the night time brings oblivion
of Black, empty and cold.
And endless colors taunt me
in the horizons of your eyes,
but bring my heaven not a hue,
just dark and lonely skies.
But there is the twinkling above me
of the myriad million stars,
white light glowing angels
sketching Venus, drawing Mars.
While set against your cerulean night
your artists do little more than lurk,
against my darker canvas
silver decorates their work
and speaks to me from far above,
as no easle could ever aim.
There are nights when though the sky is dark,
the stars will spell my name.
Though gifted to have your paints and oils,
and as blessed by them as you may be,
I realize that I have also a greatest gift:
The ability to see.
Posted on 12/15/2001
Copyright © 2020 Jennifer L Banks