Down by the river's banks
The foliage dithers by the side
of Acheronian river,
as Roxanne journeys in her sleep,
along the lithesome streamers
with ruptured flags to wave above
the shakiness of blossoms
and down its coursing path with souls
of lovers gone and dreamers.
Symbolic is the Eagle's flight
above the battle winners
of Alexander's phalanxes,
most glorious 'mid mortals
and it becomes the flaming pyre
that purifies on altars
the braves who passed across the Styx,
the Hades' iron portals.
"Protect him deities of night,
Morpheus send my message,
cause he should not stare at the sun
on Babylon's west entrance
I hark to wind, that passes mid
the ferryman's black cordage
and marries those who search across
their everlasting romance."
The maiden's song had tranced him by
the silver stream's embankment
and to the skylines followed him,
along the nightly orchard
that spreads beyond the stills of time
the night's ebonic garment
and with her lonesomeness amass,
secluded tho' engaged.
Intangible, she lifted high,
above the efflorescence,
therefore she wore, beyond her life,
betrothal ringing golden;
with him she slept in cotton mists,
aboard the ship of voidance
monotonous her windy songs,
their trip of e'er to broaden.
© 23-04-2015, G. Venetopoulos, All Rights Reserved
(Iambic decapentasyllabic verse)
The foliage dithers by the side
of Acheronian river,
as Roxanne journeys in her sleep,
along the lithesome streamers
with ruptured flags to wave above
the shakiness of blossoms
and down its coursing path with souls
of lovers gone and dreamers.
Symbolic is the Eagle's flight
above the battle winners
of Alexander's phalanxes,
most glorious 'mid mortals
and it becomes the flaming pyre
that purifies on altars
the braves who passed across the Styx,
the Hades' iron portals.
"Protect him deities of night,
Morpheus send my message,
cause he should not stare at the sun
on Babylon's west entrance
I hark to wind, that passes mid
the ferryman's black cordage
and marries those who search across
their everlasting romance."
The maiden's song had tranced him by
the silver stream's embankment
and to the skylines followed him,
along the nightly orchard
that spreads beyond the stills of time
the night's ebonic garment
and with her lonesomeness amass,
secluded tho' engaged.
Intangible, she lifted high,
above the efflorescence,
therefore she wore, beyond her life,
betrothal ringing golden;
with him she slept in cotton mists,
aboard the ship of voidance
monotonous her windy songs,
their trip of e'er to broaden.
© 23-04-2015, G. Venetopoulos, All Rights Reserved
(Iambic decapentasyllabic verse)
