I understand the ancient mariners now
Like them I tie myself against my heart
To the bow
The wisdom of the drunkenness of senses
With sheer beauty losing
All defences
I understand the wish to hear then die
Your siren song
Your loverβs sigh
If Lucifer fell into a melody
Of fevered passion and
Poignant artistry
He found a harbour in the pit of you
And drank from souls
He could yet draw straight through
I understand the lost and creeping lunacy
This hollow well
This ancient sea
Unutterable beauty there upon your face
It seems some demons keep
A kind of shining grace
The song you sang me broke apart my soul
And so it seems it still
May take its toll
I understand the ancient mariners now
Like them I tie myself against my heart
To the bow
(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
Shivers.
Thanks Ionia!! π π
Nice pic and prose!
Thanks so much!! π π
haunting melody of sadness
that seems to never end
as the heart and you tied to the bow
struggles against the sirens song
singing into the wind
Beautiful….
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ladyblue
Thank you so much!! π π
the “If Lucifer” stanza is breathtaking
Thanks so much Paul!! π π
Oh wow Helen this is stunning, breath-stealing in its beauty =)
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This is really beautiful. Something I would come back to read over again for sure.
Thanks so much, that is very kind! π π
wonderful! middle stanza is fabulous!!
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Hauntingly beautiful, Helen. Great work as always. xxxx
Thanks Skye!! π π