The Rose of Venus 9/28/25

Venus dreams,

while Mercury

lies in retrograde,

that she can

get it all back.

Dancing for an era

whirling around space

spinning stars

in the sun’s face,

she’s hoping

it’s her turn

to get out

of this place.

She’s been in the shadows

floating in inky lagoons

waiting for the light.

All dressed

in black

hoping heaven will

open up

take her back,

put her up

on a golden throne.

Take her heart

the spinning one,

take them both away.

All she sees is time

turning  her into a grave

while Saturn and Jupiter

beg her to stay.

Catching feelings

after seeing how she moves

through the seasons

like some kind of cosmic witch.

They think that all witches

do is cast spells

and use their charms

to delude them.

She must be a sorceress because

she's not afraid of monsters, or fighting her way out of hell.

She imagines what could be

on the other side

of everything.

They’ve been dancing around the same

space junk asteroid belts,

snakes

tying the tides

that hold their harems

of moons in place.

She holds a space

that takes it all

down a black hole.

For now she is still caged between her patterns,

what she believes in,

and what she can see in her dreams.