By night, when Polaris comes sprawling out,
She hides within the silhouettes of doubt,
Just as the dark skies reveal and cloak,
She waits for sundry stars to gawk.
She tells the sky to turn murky from azure,
Just then the moon comes out of blue,
She waits for the clock as each second ticks,
Till the time, she can truly breathe again.
As the watch chimes nine,
She sees the sky spread out in shine,
As the veils hover and swing,
Venus awaits the eyes that seeks within.
Image Courtesy Illustrats
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