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Sweet the Gods
Contributed by
winged
on
Wednesday, 15th December 2004 @ 11:10:31 AM in AEST
Topic:
InspirationalPoems
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The gentle hush of morning light that creeps away from night
The silver crescent of moon’s sweet breath
Stepping forth mine eye devours still.
Rushing silent past the monuments
Of old Olympus Old
Rendezvous with ancient texts
Secrets in my heart.
Footfalls, lightly, mark the page
A journey begins to end
A meeting joyous and sad
The embrace yet to feel
Fleeting from the words, images spring forth
The mist ever rolling covers the mountains of Olympus
And cover my soul.
No more, sweet word
No more
My pen declines to bribe
The truth from my lips, no longer part
My heart aches from wounds passed.
Gentle then and onward run
Mighty Apollo come
With Muses great and devastating
Those their embrace forgot.
Come then and play with me.
Come sing my song
With the Fates entwined on a summer vine
I call you to mark the pace.
Yet pausing for breath I forget the thread
Grasping I see it fly
An once again I am left
To wait a while in time.
Stepping forth into sunlight,
Warmth is my world,
And dancing on the waterfall
I remember Tales and woe
Mighty Apollo the golden one
Take me up to your orb,
Stealing away silently
From Goddess cold as dawn.
The silver crest changes red then blue to black
Lost to her one a child,
Embraced by lover’s heart.
Silently waiting with baited breath
For Light to Darkness side.
By Day and Night
The cycle flies
And each one his own
A servant pulled from throne to throne
Is caught enthralled by both.
Copyright ©
winged
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2004-12-15 11:10:31] (Date/Time posted on
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