All alone, an angel awaits my call.
Naught but silence escapes her lovely lips;
the scent of blossoms declares her coming.
I embrace her ideas and hold them tight,
letting their flavor tease mind and soul…
Boldly, beastly, I behold her beauty.
My mind’s eye roams along a silken gown
whose snowy curves and tender female lines
stimulates my yearning for Brigid’s form.
My desire grows as she draws close…
Her enormous eyes envelop my soul.
Twin oceans of terrific twilight hold
all the mysteries of creation. Her
breathing quickens and her body hums with
my growing need for her ageless wisdom…
Flowing darkness enshrines her flawless face
as lovely Calliope leans forward
to whisper ideas of song and story.
Losing myself in her mythical worlds,
ideas flow and pen flies with purpose…
Instantly, incredibly, I am lost.
My glorious Cleo holds our course through
this tangled forest of my fractured mind.
The path is long and filled with distraction,
but my goddess keeps on the right course…
Just as our journey reaches the shores of
dark memory, Juno Abeona
turns our course aside to the brighter fields
of what could have been and what should have. She
will never leave my heart dark or cold…
On and on our odyssey continues.
Through worlds that never were or may someday
be I am led. Lives of people unfold
almost faster than I can record them.
Gentle hands and flowing love guide me…
Paradise and plenty, pain and purpose;
all are revealed to me. With bouncing hair
and kicking feet, my guide now slips ahead.
Sága teases me onward, deeper to
the heart of shared imagination.
Until, ultimately, I am unbound
from my Euterpe who, unconcerned as
every, retreats from my vision with a
lingering caress along my stubbled
jaw as though to say, “Goodbye, for now…”
In vain and with a vacant heart I search
for my venerable Vesta, again
a victim of her vagary. Her task
done, she leaves. I know, though, she will return.
All alone, my angel awaits my call.