I wake up to Venus from a soft dream
and sleep in Hesperus’ beam, still and bright
and yet the twin stars are not what they seem:
both are the same planet with the same light.
You are my morning and evening star
within preternatural light aureoled:
both cold and hot, light and dark, near and far –
ever shining in a blizzard-swept world
No matter the years relentlessly run
and our end closes like prison shades;
our fragile lives shall not be undone
though the shortened breath within us fades.
Within us too is that which lives beyond
these days, like rays in forest’s golden pond.