Sea of Venus (Eternal Return)

O my crying river stream of sunshine dappled oceans,
how much further away do you plan from hearth to stray?
the fire of the air robs you of your profound depth
the thirsty earth depletes the life you once were set
for soon your flow will advance into but a slight trickle;
and yet I shall then return you by the hands of clouds
of gray storms wont to ignite the sullen people’s frowns
for they fail to see this as love’s longed for homecoming:
glad are the tears who fall into plains of water merging
torrents resting in soft currents by Venus’ subtle urging.