On Silent Shore Ii

[RevRainbow]

On Silent Shore II

Standing on the banks of Cocytus,

I wait impatiently to be ferried

to the still waters of Lethe

in hope to end this, my vigil,

and bathe awhile in that river,

thus purging painful memory;

perhaps, then, to request journey –

silent rest in the Elysian fields.

Having experienced Acheron,

I desire to remember that gentle love

(which hurts) no longer; myself

now to enjoy only the breezes of

Zephyr (no cold nor rain) forever.

Nine times thou hast passed;

nine times I have asked,

and sung my lament to thee;

yet, I shall not drink

from the river Styx!

Does my song thus persuade thee

to ferry this mortal passenger

who is not shade, but reflection,

in search of a longing desire;

only to offer (no golden fleece)

these songs of sadness shared

with thee (thine obol I have not

to give), O Charon?

Do the muses, I wonder, mourn;

especially Erato, whom I loved;

shall I now into pieces be torn

by the followers of Dionysis?

I who saved others from hell –

sirens did not sing as well –

now seek to perish my thoughts,

rest my soul and thus, succumb.

Edited April 10, 2009 by RevRainbow

[SilverRose]

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[RevDonna Mulvey]

I loved it! Excellent!

[Happy Quilter]

You be good with words.

[RevRainbow]

You be good with words.

And you be good with a needle!

Thanks, all, for the encouragement.