Epithalamion for Athena

  

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(A lone voice whispers.)

I saw you in a wild dream

Riding a white horse  

Dressed from head to toe

In racy red and racing green

In the lost lands  

Of The Great In-Between

While scrying  

The Tragic Darklands

Using Ayahuasca magic  

Hoping you wouldn't see

For you looked so serene  

It made my soul's lust levels

Scream out prose

Which talented poets could use

To write new gospels

For you looked like a midnight queen

Breaking through a dark lull

To look over your empires shadows and green meadows  

But you saw me  

Looking

Seeing a reflection of me

In your own handheld  

Obsidian scrying mirror

And made my spirit shiver

Oh  

My blood ran like a wild river  

That day

For even though I knew then  

I loved you in a sacred way

My old love  

Called  

Life

In the land of the Living

Who is the embodiment of all men and women

Husbands and wives

Say forgive her

For she needs more time

With me

For I'm like a wet teardrop

That she can't stop

I know what you've done

Though

You've put a spell on me

And it now follows me around

Everywhere I go

Like a hollowed-out curse

As I walk under the sun  

I don't know why I always run

When you appear  

In my silver  scrying mirror

Since inside

When I scry away  

To wastelands

Where lost fools play

I always cry and think

Maybe  

On another day

When my old love leaves  

You can stay

I didn't mean to break your heart  

And tear you apart

But Life's like a she-devil  

Who I love

As I still live and breathe

And I know  

It doesn't care  

  

But when I saw you in a wild dream

As I stared  

Into The Great In-Between

Dressed in white lace and racing green

After our first meeting

Whilst  

Scrying  

Those Dark Lands  

Of gushing smoke

So you wouldn't see

You looked too beautiful to be real

I know that sounds so crazy  

But it made my soul's lust levels

Scream out a wild symphony  

But then you saw me

Smiling

In my Scrying Mirror  

And made my soul shiver

Oh my blood ran like a wild river

For now, I'm cursed to love you  

Even More

But my old love  

Who I adore

My current Life

Says forgive her

She needs more time  

With me  

For I'm like a wet teardrop  

That needs time to stop

I know what you've done  

For it follows me around  

Now

Like a hollowed-out curse  

As I walk under the sun

But The Bayou Queen says

On the sixth of December

In a year to come

You'll hold me  

As my old wife surrenders

So that date remember

For on the sixth of December  

You'll hold me

So that date remember

For she says

We'll then be together  

Forever

In all weathers

But until then  

Save our prophecy

Our Deuterogamy

So we can play

That eternal game

And fall in love  

On that holy day

When I can no longer find a legitimate reason

To run away  

(C)  

Copyright John Duffy

Deuterogamy meaning for the inquisitive:

A marriage after the death or divorce of the first spouse.

Epithalamion meaning for the inquisitive:

a song or poem celebrating a marriage.

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