I watched Venus gleaming brightly this morning, basking in the light of the moon’s gentle grace and singing the heralds of dawn.

She holds her place, steadfast, through to first morning light, a reminder that true love knows no bounds.

Beyond our morning dreams, she calls – hushed whispers against a lustrous sky. Her eyes casting an amethyst glow against the weathered trees. Her light, cascading like spun gold.

And, if she graced us just once each thousand years – how then might we appreciate her glow?

“We love the things we love for what they are,” shares author, Robert Frost.

And, in this morning light – her love, is ever lasting.