The large, foreboding
vessal knows no other
hand but I.
I clasp the splintered w
heel, beneath a balefu
l sky.
Something is beneath
the boat; (why I do no
t know)
All that I can fathom is
the kraken dwells belo
w.
:
:
:
ancient plays.
olis, and I witness the
I reach the Acrop
with grace.
scents the Parthenon
A goddess of wisdom
’s fair face
baster temple, Athena
By an ala
uets.
ith aramanthine bouq
Smiles as I bless her, w
:
:
:
.
Through a storm I perv
ade, beyond the gleam
ing sand;
I sail at topmast, north
ward, to the deep Aeg
ean Sea,
Until the sirens are left
with no sonatas to ass
ail me;
I find a forgiving harbo
r- Onto the glorious m
ainland!
ric rose,
ved, beholding her Do
My heart, gravely mo
ous repose.
lfed in a florid, fountain
Is engu
ly weak.
aves my soul profound
The fire of her kiss le
not speak.
reason- of which I can
ial
I have visions of celest
I see in the distance, spirited, fine and black,
A stallion beaming in the sun, awaiting my plea:
“I implore, tenacious breed, to saddle your raven back;
Let us ride beyond the wind- beside the splendid sea! ”
We pass through a viny, trellis-lined portal,
Beyond the azure glow of a tall, resplendent tree;
We reach the blue dominion of His teeming majestyThe great and stony titan: - Poseidon- The Immortal!
Lifted above the worl
d, beyond curtains o
f time and space,
Together we breach
The pure, valiant spirit
all earthly realms as
s of my gallant horse a
we ride,
nd I
Entering an effulgent
Witness the quintesse
place beside the tide
nce of the infinite fly b
;
y;
We behold upon the
Beneath the bronze o
billows-a glimpse of
f the sky, across the dia
heaven’s face!
mond shore we race,
Increasing the speed o
f our incredible pace.
:
:
:
:
tasies,
the crest of topless ecs
Rising above
ate a glimmerness beyond a glided g
We wit
shimmerto an ardent, ravishing
Blooming in
le rubies.
ing all kinds of ineffab
Contain
:
:
:
:
.
us I ascend,
eus, on Mount Olymp
And so, like Z
d lofty.
all that is rapturous an
To absorb
an ecstasy,
e bards who transcend
But like all tru
e end.
irit and my wings in th
I relinquish my sp
My muse whispers into my ears: “You must return home.”
The sunlight disappears, withering on the vanishing foam.
Shedding red, the dream is pierced, as if with a rending fork.
The beach sheds amber tears, as I beh