The Majesty of Venus (Touch Suite)

The Majesty of Venus has been published in All of Me Vol. VI, courtesy of Shadow Spark Publishing. Title art is by William-Adolphe Bouguereau. Closing art is by Sandro Botticelli.

Listen to The Majesty of Venus by Richard Charles Stevens (Touch Suite)

Listen to Touch by Decktition

Tulips sip pink lemonade
While rosehips sway obligingly
Their petals gape enticingly
While overhead
The angels bathe
.
Somewhere in the woods
There is a clearing in the trees
The grass is tall and evergreen
The air as cool as it has ever been
.
For all the dreams I ever dreamed
This has to be the sweetest
For herein breathes the majesty of Venus
Herein breathes the majesty of Venus
.
For all the dreams I ever dreamed
This has to be the sweetest
For herein breathes the majesty of Venus
.
Serene is the beauty no duty befalls
For divorced here is the weight of expectation
Even leaves of fall before me sprawled afford no caution to endorsement of the art of aviation
Freebirds trill elatedly to make-believe their favourite scene
Foreseen no indignation as the theme is elevation
.
Elevation
Elevation
.
Any less here would be wasteful
Vacant breaths here deemed distasteful
Laid to rest the inclination to address of death’s enable
And the essence
O, the essence
Is most blesséd
Like a dream
For herein breathes the majesty of Venus
.
The majesty of She
The haberdashery of dreams perceived through lashes long relaxed to bat at ease
Teasing the veins of the leaves unto bleed
To enrapture seed while fashioning its reap
.
And the essence
O, the essence
Is most blesséd
Like a dream
For herein breathes the majesty of Venus
Herein breathes the majesty of Venus
Herein breathes the majesty of Venus
.
Somewhere in the woods
Exists a faraway tree
Its branches glance all artists prancing heartily beneath
For we advance reliably
To feed the roots that seed and shoot
To bleed our truths and muse on high society
Not the kind that blinds our eyes to manners in decline
Zigzags as it brags for every time we walk the line
Not the kind denying us the air to breathe in kind
Not the lair ensnaring fragile minds
Where here and there declare the share of all that’s in-between
For herein breathes the majesty
Herein breathes the majesty
Herein breathes the majesty of Venus
Herein breathes the majesty of Venus
.
And another thing forthcoming
Is the hummingbirds homecoming
Thrumming verse to see their stunning poesy traverse the fervent shrubbery in sunny blossom
Lovely from top to bottom
.
Tulips sip pink lemonade
While rosehips sway obligingly
Their petals gape enticingly
While overhead
The angels bathe
.
Tulips sip pink lemonade
While rosehips sway obligingly
Their petals gape enticingly
While overhead
The angels bathe
.
Every cloud to burst
Is versed in how to nurse the virgin earth
Quenching its eternal thirst
Returning then to shade
Returning then to shade
Returning then to shade
.
Somewhere in the woods
Exists a faraway tree
Its branches glance all artists prancing heartily beneath
For we advance reliably
To feed the roots that seed and shoot
To bleed our truths and muse on high society
Not the kind that blinds our eyes to manners in decline
Zigzags as it brags for every time we walk the line
Not the kind denying us the air to breathe in kind
Not the lair ensnaring fragile minds
Where here and there declare the share of all that’s in-between
For herein breathes the majesty
Herein breathes the majesty
Herein breathes the majesty of Venus
Herein breathes the majesty of Venus
.