Your Mother laughs
And this Lover is dying
Like Death in the cards
Riding a horse into the unknown
Maybe we should ask the High Priestess
Or your Mother herself
Aphrodite always had a way with beauty
The likes of none other
Not even words
My moon
My stars
My bright night sky
Did she create you
Vast for the eye to behold
Or did she create you
To illustrate perfected form
I posted guards
At the gates of my heart
And you, Aphrodite’s love child
Walked right through
Like God on water
But that’s just a small comparison
After all
Did Aries sire you
Or was it the Sun
Did the Muses help her do it alone?
Or did Zeus just let her swallow a star
And there
There and here
You became and were
Here and now
You are
My wind
My air
My breath I need
Did Aeolus purse his lips
And carry you to safety
On wispy lullaby winds
Of the Golden Times
Were the Fates being kind
When they set you on this world
I’d shout yes
From the tops of hundreds of mountains
Because they were kind to me
To let me see
Humming birds and bees
With eyes of honey
Spring with winds of love
For letting me meet
You
And your elusive brother
That Cupid child
Who plays with golden bows
And lead arrows
Runs around us
As child and youths do
But when the arrows graze
They make me fall all over again for you
Does your Mother smile on us?
Though there has not been much ease
We have no trials like your brother
And Psyche
Would we go down as well
In their history
Or would we create a new pantheon
A new mythology
Between us
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I can see that you have a gift of writing, almost effortless. You can write very dramatically, which everyone cannot. Themes are your privilege of course.10?