Venus Sands

<br>The morning star has long since gone <br>The sun is high in the sky <br>Shadowless a figure stands <br>Stranded on Venus sands <br><br>Up in the blue and circling <br>The seabirds watch and wait <br>For movement of a certain kind <br>Down on their dinner plate <br><br>Where children played a flower lays <br>Pulled and torn up by its roots <br>And where it stood, <br>the empty space just screams... <br><br>Down on the flats, baby turtles race <br>For safety of the big deep <br>And white caps come crashing in <br>Indifferent to tender flesh <br><br>Shriek of attack, then moving in <br>A raucous clash, a gourmet din <br>Of cruel gull beaks <br>And tearing skin... screaming <br><br>Lit by the evening star at Venus sands <br>Against a blood orange sky <br>There`s a shadow of a figure prone <br>Abandoned and all alone <br>Venus sands