Post by imaginary goddess #5 on Feb 17, 2004 17:40:35 GMT -5
The hours of darkness are radiant and sultry
Happiness erodes on sleeping spirits –
Reminders of the past haunting them
Their dreams and thoughts
All is well – but lingering still are apparitions of love
And there,
She lies in whimsical silence, upon the radiant moon
Her dispirited eyes – slumberous and full of woe
Tenderly, wandering in and out of sleep and reality
Her sorrow luminous in the eve’s weaving shadow
And there,
You may have heard a harmony of horror
Singing on the wings of the wind, is its lullaby of agony and ache;
Diminutive, taunting whispers of that night so long ago,
When hopelessly she fell in love – a love that could only have been fake
And there,
The ocean, resplendent and bright, becomes her mourning tear
The rattling tempest is her whirlwind of emotions and despise
A leaf falling to the ground is her crestfallen soul, and
The spider’s delicate web becomes all her truth and lies
And there,
You see her love is gone – dead and trapped in Hades
His soul wanders, and a woman, spiteful and vindictive,
Snatches his hapless heart, clutching it in her ruthless grasp
Taking away the only reason a lonely deity had left to live
(this poem is about the myth of Aphrodite/Adonis/Persephone)
Happiness erodes on sleeping spirits –
Reminders of the past haunting them
Their dreams and thoughts
All is well – but lingering still are apparitions of love
And there,
She lies in whimsical silence, upon the radiant moon
Her dispirited eyes – slumberous and full of woe
Tenderly, wandering in and out of sleep and reality
Her sorrow luminous in the eve’s weaving shadow
And there,
You may have heard a harmony of horror
Singing on the wings of the wind, is its lullaby of agony and ache;
Diminutive, taunting whispers of that night so long ago,
When hopelessly she fell in love – a love that could only have been fake
And there,
The ocean, resplendent and bright, becomes her mourning tear
The rattling tempest is her whirlwind of emotions and despise
A leaf falling to the ground is her crestfallen soul, and
The spider’s delicate web becomes all her truth and lies
And there,
You see her love is gone – dead and trapped in Hades
His soul wanders, and a woman, spiteful and vindictive,
Snatches his hapless heart, clutching it in her ruthless grasp
Taking away the only reason a lonely deity had left to live
(this poem is about the myth of Aphrodite/Adonis/Persephone)
