May Erato and Euterpe preside over me as I compose this devotion into poetry for Venus|
And string one of cupid's arrow in her direction|
That may one day pierce her skin and enter her heart|
Where she will learn to love this composer as much as he loves the voice of his inspiration|
Drift my view toward her vision in the skies above|
As I strum a note worthy of Apollo's lyre|
A noise which makes crystals from stones and the glass render clear|
Let clouds steer my chariot towards her palace|
Where we may someday reside together|
In lands between the Hyperboreans and Ethiopians|
With a love as pure as that shared between Pyramus and Thisbe|
Emotions thunder with lightning struck from her touch|
The body stands stiff like a stone at the sight of her eyes|
She opened the box|
Letting go of all the perils of the world|
Leaving with me the last glimmer of hope|
That one day these Myths will transcribe up from texts into reality|
And bring the foreseen happy ending we were meant to realize|
-I wanted to post this closer to valentine's day, but couldnt wait. I wrote it a few weeks ago.
A very rich, powerful post. I love the way you hark back to classical antiquity.
ReplyDeleteI am glad you didn't wait :)
ReplyDeleteThis just inspired me, thanks.