In open air, over fields where blooms
Prospered, under skies from which Helios did not
Hide, I heard her singing – Singing for
Me to come outside.
There I beheld her
With cheeks – the arresting hue of Uranus’
Fields at dawn – and eyes, the crest of
Poseidon’s wrath at sea.
In open air, over fields where joy
Married bliss, and I this fair miss,
Under skies where Eros’ blessings tide,
She heard me singing –
Singing far and wide,
“You are the note of serenity in Apollo’s
Songs and the Muses’ secret melody.
Lady, in my life of song, you are
The one and only sustaining melody."
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Submission Name: Apollo's Song
