"... in hours, days, years
Driv’n by the spheres
Like a vast shadow mov’d, In which the world
And all her train were hurl’d...." H.Vaughan 1621-95
a stare that goes deeper than the saturation of my ignorance
tempered by the soothe of dreams spent in your arms
stays with me
and is the last bastion of healing
such is the origin
such is the impenetrable mystery
Nyx, whose quiet companion is the dew,
thine quietitude of waiting space
wisdom unfathomable
vast presence,
thou calm inexorable pulse of night.
A contest entry
- Greek Mythology Contest Series-S2 by Carpe Noctem.
600 points, ended March 12, 2008, 13 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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This is really beautiful. It does stand out from the others but still like some missing the historical meaning of who and what she is or is not. I really did enjoy this though and from what I have found in the research fits well on a softer level.
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I like the way you've written this, it stands out for the others so far. Great read, good luck in the contest with it
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