Athena Poem by Jay Bradley

I can't forget the song of yesterday, her eyes,
Never to be seen by mine, wont yet shalln't define,
Blessed Athena perched, mayhap a serpent in twine,
Blisters her hair in shine, ember as the flame cries;

Memoria I see her, ponder I the name,
To pray Athena a gift, dampened by the rain,
Her ancient mask not defaced, hides away the pain,
Never to be saved again, I the one to blame;

Such misty air repletes her, mountain peaks do glow,
When snowy robes complete her, siren on the shore,
Who snickers silent secrets, cause of man's deplore,
Born of split-mind Athena, friendly forlorn foe;

My vision blurs as tides consume the sand of time,
No wave obscures Athena, sealed by stone and lime.