A Song of Love

Alpheios the swirl
of falling in love
swirling
Arethousa
fleeing
into the sea
others near
the island of Sikelia-
where a spring
bursts forth
forever
from the ground calling
forever
out to him
her name.

He was a God-
a Potamoi-
he rested his
arm upon
up on
an amphora jug.
The water
pouring out.
Taking up his mind.
Taking it off of a
love
so
far
away.

His father’s looks at the sea
were dark like his own
both thinking of the love of
another.
His thoughts on a lover
gone
gone.
The father’s thoughts on
his mother
a cold breast
a dark chest
and
chains.

Dreaming of a
sea of lost
things.

I recall staring
at golden swirls
on a
lake
at daydown
feeling just
like
Bacchus
riding an
ass.

Stirring death I
find myself beginning
to blunder when
into my spirit
Nisus whispers
wisdom, and
again thinking undoes
what I started before
I have even made it
across the lake.

Then finally
I am across.
a cross.
I must avoid
finding dismay
when there is
no other shelter.

Traveling forward
into the end of the
night westward
leading to that spot
knowing
that nothing lasts.

A master stands in
the middle of the
road.
A crow flies
overhead
indigenous
against the
night if not
for the glow
cast by a lantern’s
spell at the end of

the

night.

“If you know the way,
why do you hold the
lantern?”

“One never holds a
lantern for
themselves,
only for
the others
in the dark-
out there lost.”

In the dark no longer.
It was then I began to
thirst.
Water pouring
swirling
I then took a drink
from
the spring of
Arethousa.

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