Serenade:
Lie beneath the laurel
And we shall make a tryst;
And song will flow from scarlet lips
So softly I have kissed.
My lyre is my spirit
And its music is my soul
But my fingers are a-trembling
And the melodies fall slow.
My foot is quick and mind is strong
I am called the Most Inspired,
But I find myself in hopeless state
Entangled in desire.
And you will be my evermore
And man and god be One,
And Mother Gaia smile in bloom,
And Helios, the Sun.
Lamentation:
A game is time for laughter
And never for despair
But circumstance can change so fast
And sorrow fill the air.
With distant eye and jagged breath
Your sap spilt upon the green;
I cannot conceive Mortality
When Eternal I have been.
In moment of quietus
You were still the One Divine,
In moment of quietus
I knew you were still mine.
Your blood ran deep within the earth
I wept; I was to blame!
The hyacinth was sprung that hour
From your vermilion stain.
And upon the
sacred petals
I writ my misery,
Inscribed my pain in godly
manuscript
No mortal Man can see.
Even if this plant be just a symbol
And knows nothing my love knew,
O flower, you will know Apollo—
His tears will nurture you.