June 9, 2008 by Deightine.

I look up to Urania and ask what I have done,
and glance over my shoulder at Clio stalking my steps.
I tell Calliope I am unhappy no matter how far I run,
while Melpomene powders my eyes in rosehips.
Erato no longer visits me in my dreams at night,
leaving me without even Polyhymnia to sing me to sleep.
I look to Thalia whom denies my laughter’s right,
and from Euterpe I hear not a peep.
Terpsichore never dances before my eyes,
no longer to have my presence graced with her light.
I swear to all above that none of them hear my sighs,
as my sweet musings fade off into dark night.

Let my prayers beat gently against the bottoms of clouds,
rising like clinging smoke from these pressed key exultations.
I find not my inspiration in parties or crowds,
but in those long moments of iris adoring invocation.
My bigamy is a tender thing of whispers and gifts,
each muse visiting in her own time and manner.
Every breath is saved for attempts at preventing their rifts,
when each speaks to another about what I’ve given her.

So I kneel before your collected inspirations,
tears coming to my eyes as I feel my dreams slipping.
Hear my plea to accept this broken poet with no patience,
and to grant just one moment to send his heart skipping.

I promise to remember you when I break heart or new bread,
and to cherish your murmurings every moment ’til I am dead.

Either way I give thanks before I sleep…
     into which dreams I pray you creep.

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June 9, 2008 by Deightine.

I beg forgiveness fair and silent Selyne,
for the moments that the poets prey on your image.
Tying ourselves in knots romanticizing your likeness,
when you deserve a fairer pilgrimage.

The wordsmith in me cries out at this very act,
in that I salute you in this common habit.
Always in the past we brought you flattery,
in hopes of wooing maidens; we began it.

And for these reasons my eyes part curtains of glass,
to chase your soft light across the sky.
Sorrow at remembering how few times I’ll see you pass,
in these stolen moments before I die.

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