The Power And The Myth (I Believe)

 

Aphrodite’s eyes

Are too clear to see

Why I tear up

When there are clouds

In the sky.

Still she has the faith

To let the rain

Quench her thirst.

 

She selflessly lets

Her rosewater blood

Flush the tainted soil

From my stagnate veins.

 

Her mind becomes like helium

When my skull seems to full

Of nothing but hot air.

 

She casts a shadow at midnight

So I can feel at peace.

 

She the dream I can define,

              The blindfold that gives me sight,

                     The music when I sing a cappella.

 

When asked why I let her shape my freedom?

I simply reply,

 

       “I believe in miracles.”

Reviews

[Ed Hart]

great job, my man...letting yourself float in the deep waters

[The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)]

Getting pulled under is the way to die.