Aphrodite Knew

At sundown's last flicker, stars appear
as if they'd never been there;
sudden soft sprinkles of
smallest twinkles on a vast deep
midnight blue velvet air where
Aphrodite plays the 24-hour
Bellyroll Winkle,
a music only the gods could run their toes through,
a music that dances the purest crystal air
your mother ever let an apple pie cool to,
a music of love and wisdom as if played through
soft sprite eagle eyes,
And whispers:

Moonlight and stars only shine when there's a
night to shine into,
An oak leaf shows its true color only when
the sun lifts its head,
And there's plenty for freedom to fill these days;
These things Aphrodite said, but more,
These things Aphrodite knew.