Thoughts From Apollo Poem by Brian Freeman

The sky is so blue, painted a hue of ocean or the sea of the Mediterranean. I am on my knees on the grounds at the temple of Athena. Looking to the blue waters above, wishing to dive, but I have fallen instead, for reasons not yet revealed to me, though I do possess my suspicions. I bathed in the gold of sin. A punishment for pleasures received from oratorical creations which shined special like a bronze moon. But knowing me they were painted gold letters dripping from the waters of lust that cleansed me. How I miss the Terrace of Lions and the view of the Aegean while seated in the theatre of Delos! My island is lost to me now, but I have my memories.

I dreamt of Selene last night. She visited me on a chariot of cherubim as they landed on the silver crescent. We discussed how I will be awake in the morning and she will only be a distant memory, but she has been risen closer to me as of late, an acquiescence from the orders of Zeus.

My father has been ashamed of my fall. I continued and continue to reject his law. His thunder no longer frightens me as it does the rest of the world, or so the patriarch believes.

I've decided to leave Delphi for a greater life. I will start at the lowest point, but I believe I am capable of climbing Mt. Olympus once more. When I reach the apex of the deities mountain, no longer will I believe I am more than who I am. I am not the creator, but I have been worshiped as such. I must have gleamed so brightly; a false idol of star lit diamond christened by the sun.

For give me, my ascent has now begun. I must be selfish as I climb my way back to the sky, past the clouds. I shall take my place righteously on the golden star throne!