My Mother, My Venus

I am 888 light years to your left
In a war torn Venus 
Adorned with fires 
We listen from the same mouths 
We speak from the same ears 
If I look up to the irised opals of the orbit 
If I breathe in the scent of heavenly manuka honey 
Can I find you 

If I stay captive in this circular confinement 
Will I be able to love you  
More than I remember you? 
I have your honey hair 
and idyllic irises 
I shake my fists 
and speak with pride 
I am 887 light years to your left

-- Emily V., 9th-12th Grade