Poetics and Musings

Virgo's Lament

Tenuous your grip on stone
Rough edge between soft hands

Sweet Erigone spy your resting place
Your roots among the trees
Eyes rove along the skyline
Oh its taste is sweet

As the grapes between your lips
Cheeks now caressed by the breeze
The edge is intoxicating

Oh Child it is all you know

Call it Peace by your own hand
Even if that peace is made alone

You watch as feet dangle
Just as they waded in wild streams
The currents still move around you
Lovely Girl, they beckon you home

Darkness gives you cooled kisses
You knew she would be quick
Merciful Divine sets you against her night
Maid enveloped in the dusk

I see you now standing
Just as I on stone's knife edge
A step and Night could know me
As if Maera on delicate heel

But Child I cannot join tonight as loyal hound
Again my feet must meet the ground