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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 moons 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 lovers 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.
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winged
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2004-12-15 11:10:31] (Date/Time posted on
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