silverrevolver

The nights lately have been freezing, but clear, electricly clear the way it only can be when it's cold. Venus shines through my window, low in the sky an amethyst making me forget the other stars are even there (except for Orion, the hunter shooting his cautionary arrows). I lay awake in my bed and stare at the same planet that used to light she and I a year ago. I think of the comfort, the time when I wrote of chest hair lions and the crater in the small of her back. I think of who I was then, the mistakes that I made, the hurt that I caused and I am grateful that I have her friendship. I am grateful for who I am becoming, even if it often hurts, like the soul being stretched on a rack. Venus is my star of gratitude and rememberence, I say a prayer to that love goddess nigtly, resolving again to make myself into the person I want to be.