Venus rages brightly tonight
But the night is thick with shame.
It doesn\'t cool my round thoughts
Nor hold my soul to the flame.
Some things just can\'t be said;
Neither can they be helped.
These things should be weathered -
And through it all - be felt.
Pieces of me - I try to collect
Before they can fall away
And I guard them - resolute
That something of those remain.