Silence fills the void
Starring at the horizon I see the
Line between my wall and the
Ceiling.
…
Caged horizon is all there is
I close my eyes in despair.
…
Fire … the fire place is lit
Horses gallop through the fire
Hallow sketched of light
Lines of brightness
Ridden by a mistress of
Beauty, unspoken beauty for the
Ages.
…
Athena … Minerva
I whisper feverishly and
Jump.
…
Athena … Minerva
I whisper feverishly spreading the
Books
Around me in circles
Few books left souvenirs from
Time gone
Time I cherished my Athena
Time of fading memory
Time I often spoke to Minerva
Laughing at my childishness.
…
She looked at me
Wide eyes
Beautiful eyes
Spoke in the voice of pain
Where is my Athenaeum?
Where are the candles?
Where is the soul of being?
Where is the heart of living?
Where is the joy, the pleasures, the
Intercourse in the wilderness of endless war
Body and mind
Where …
…
When the goddess of wisdom looks
Lost
What can a mortal do?
Withering both
Body and mind
Goddess lost
Frozen in time
Rejected
Fear and loneliness
Draw her beautiful face
Withering memories of
School days
Withering imagination of an innocent
Boy lost.
…
Would the lost goddess ever return?
…
November 22, 2020
