Ode to thee

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

A little something that came to me after a dream. A recurrent dream with a person whom at the moment I do not recognize. It's a peculiar thing for I see this person so clearly and yet I'm unable to identify her or even know her name. Something of a personal muse.


Ode to thee, indifferent errant,
Traversing gentle & grateful traveler.
Under thine lower gaze, the movements of
Thine subtle yet abiding labor.
Thou liberates captive words encaged
Within the organ of my imagination.
In thine ever averting eyes lies,
The language of the muses.
Reflexion of my thoughts,
Scales of my soul, a shadow of my being.
Fruit of the tree of knowledge.
Polymorphic being who adopts
Borrowed virtues, a mirror's reflection.
Burning torch, enlighten my thoughts.
Wine of wrath, satisfy my thirst.
Aid me & interpret of this earthly language,
The voice of the heart.
Make an ambrosial feast of stale bread.
May the ink, reveal what the mind hides.
May the paper speak, the art of my world.
Breath new life, to the rigid, cold,
Motionless statues.
Yield their desires;
Ire, sorrow, aspirations, hidden encounters
Or a retelling of history.
Forge sovereignty in thine absence
& in thine presence.
A lion's breath may decorate this scene.
May thine voice, set my course
By the gentle caress of thine fingertips.
& the perfumed essence, transform
A polluted air into sanctified incense.
Ascend! Ascend! Transform my thoughts into;
A castle, battlefield, temple, a forgotten trail
Or a floating empire rising from the water.
Place the triumphant laurel coronet.
& dry the sweat from my brow.

Submitted: January 14, 2022

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