Venus Midnight Walking
Jamileh Hargreaves Poetry 2020 ©
Craving you, under the invisible lunar sky,
Seeking out the moon, in vain, seeking your approval.
I am lost to myself, there are endless little homes
Starlight constellations between my fingertips
Tracing back to those conversations with you
And here I am waiting and longing for you,
What a silly waste of a dead star heart,
Shining down here so bright, waiting for you
To catch a glimpse of the dead star inside me.
As I search for the vivid moon and only see
A bright star above as I burn sage under Venus
Mars mocks me with it’s redness,
As I walk back home alone without you.
About the Creator
Jamileh Hargreaves
Masters of Strategic Comms MGMT at Monash Uni 2021
BA in Professional and Creative Writing at Deakin Uni 2013-2019
Diploma in Community Services at Open Colleges Australia.
Based between Melbourne and Vancouver.
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