"Sky/Heaven"
My Lover's Name is Urania
It has juxsta of unparalleled depths
The basin of iridescent potential turns as it wills
Opaque to only those blinded by fate
As the rest remain boxed in an eternal play
Of the mystical sunrise and bleeding sunsets.
But even the blind revel in the heavenly chaos
And order which constitutes them.
As tales are told of Heavenly Dragons and Demigod Heroes,
The stars feel warm and closer than we're used to.
The irony is in the child's reach for the clouds,
Eyes shining in the sun;
Hands desiring the sky;
With forgetfulness of the apathetic void.
Cold and vast, It cares for no one.
Holding all and zero;
Infiniteness and Now.
God and Mortal.
It has juxsta of unparalleled depths
In a world where fickleness is norm
It stands constant and loyally adored;
Seeked; ne'er a bore to the masses.
Pity yet, the blanket bespoken,
Is not spared from ripping rivalries.
Thankfully, it bends to embrace all, miraculous;
Satisfying the selfish desire for the spangled banner.
If only-
The only prayer to be said-
Is if only the Heavens would dwell visibly among us
That we'd be One and holy; still.
Loving.
Definitely, it has juxsta of unparalleled depths
Deceiving tenderly with its warming rivers of suns and iridescent lights,
Pleasing the old and young souls alike,
While mutely testifying its alienation
As if silence would prove its innocence through the still.
But the future it knew, the sins it drew,
The darkness it failed to shine through
All speak for our betrayed souls-
Estranged.
You are the biggest lie.
The vastness is arched
The colors split
The stars portioned
The tales different
But we can only live in this lie,
Smiling,
Because even this lie is warm
So Truth must exist.
If not in Urania's crown
Then past her Milky gown
And by the route to Poseidon's realm
For, yes, as Mortals the answers should be near- homebound.
At least now I better see the unparalleled depths
Made to accessorize the overseeing nest
Which decorate, to glorify,
Your Throne.
YOU ARE READING
To My Love: The Greek Muses
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