Freedom's Myth

Will Bacchus' wine drown me at last
In drunken stupor lie?
Freed from the memories of the past,
In deepest slumber sigh?

To soar in dreams Orion's mantle
Ride Hermes' wings in fantasy!
To heights and stars all mine to handle
Here lies my bed, this galaxy!

Will Eros then in mercy take
His cruel arrow from my heart?
From Aphrodite's list forsake
My name, from love do I depart!

Escape to blissful freedom here
In bright Aurora sun
The dawn shall wipe away the tear
Of night, for new day has began.

Like Echo,  just set free, enjoy
Emptied of Narcissus' face -
With her these dance steps will employ
Freedom from my sorrowed days.

Will Galatea breathe at last,
And grant Pygmalion's wish?
But Love when freed escapes too fast,
The heart remains... with none to cherish.






Cynthia BuhainBaello
Saturday, January 09, 2010