Demeter said that spring
will come soon.
That winter will slowly
lay rest and the endless
hoar of snow
willl melt to the
ground like tears under
the heat of
Apollo's golden rays
She said that I will have you in
my arms next summer,
She said it
with so much
conviction that I began to
envision us
under the light of the
crescent moon.
Nyx's watching us from
the cosmos,
hair gleaming like raven
feathers; a sigh
leaving her comely lips
stars dangling like diamonds
on her black
satin dress.
Demeter sworn that you
would be here soon,
so I waited.
But Circe,
with her tawny hair
and amber eyes looked
at me with
sadness:
as though she knew what it
felt like
to wait and want for
something she could
never have.
YOU ARE READING
Under The Late October Skies
PoesíaI am looking for the kind of love that is worthy of me and my words. ☽☀☾ -You will lose yourself in nirvana on this very surface and then- i will teach you how to navigate the stars knowing that even if you lose me, you will find your way back. ...
