Sitting on a chair of stone
Feeling regal on a throne
Really just a rocky slab
With sharp edge into me does stab
Sitting in my majestic chair
Without a worry or a care
On a hillside below the path
With sunlight for my bath
Washing life's cares away
Easing pains brought by day
Lush and green around my perch
Near my right looms mighty birch
Brightness arcing low in the sky
Through cloudless blue it does fly
Bathing light soothing and warm
And on the left tiny gnats do swarm
Nearby chirping is a melodious jay
My throne was bathed for hours today
Fevered granite comforting my back
Worries of the day my mind does lack
At my feet lays green valley wide
In the distance graceful birds glide
He told me today he loves me not
My heart now seems a great black knot
Sun lowers into the west afar
Behind in the east shines the first star
Fiery reds in front like warrior Mars
Behind gentle Venus washing the days scars
Brightness fades, new moon darkness
Sparkling uncountable in nights richness
Brightest of all rises gentle Venus
Of peace and love she is true genius
Sitting on my chair of stone
Feeling regal on a throne
Tomorrow life shall still go on
But in my heart will be no John
Darlene Walsh
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gentle-venus/
