I dreamed a dreamer's dream,
of a love the following to the ides of February,
of a love the following to the ides of February,
Yet twas in vain, for Aphrodite, cruel god, hath struck me down.
I left no better than the half blind creations of the gods,
than the beast wise Athena left in her lover's lover's place.
I left no better than the half blind creations of the gods,
than the beast wise Athena left in her lover's lover's place.
The deep vacuum of the universe frails in comparison
to the vacancy of my essence. Olympus’ guffaws
have reached even the deepest extremities of my being.
Love’s baby hath flown by me, not a glare or sight on my soul.
I remain alone, on this silent night, with a vacant mind.
Dreaming a dreamer's dream.
to the vacancy of my essence. Olympus’ guffaws
have reached even the deepest extremities of my being.
Love’s baby hath flown by me, not a glare or sight on my soul.
I remain alone, on this silent night, with a vacant mind.
Dreaming a dreamer's dream.
My chin is held high, nigh immune to the odds.
A soul is not completed by a lover.
It is completed by the siphoning
Of the undying love and gratitude of
Family, primordial essence of one’s self,
The primordial essence of self-contentment.
The ability to usurp the grief from
One’s soul, become a harbinger of one’s fate.
A harbinger of the realization,
One is completed with the love of one’s self.
