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Late last night I
talked to Mount Olympus,
Aphrodite came on
to the line,
Told me that the
Muses were all sleeping,
Maybe she could
help me, I said: “Fine!
“Tell me how to
write of love immortal,
Love that lasts
millennia and more;”
Silence was the
answer – then the dial tone,
Sad, I let the
phone drop to the floor.
Devastated, sitting
in my arm chair,
Then the room
dissolved in beams of white,
Scared, I held my
breath as time suspended,
Then a figure spoke
out from the light:
“This is he who
wants to write the poem.
That which tells
the world of love from two;
Love to climb all
mountains, outshine rainbows,
Such as only comes
to precious few.”
Muses crowded round
and looked in wonder,
Clio and Calliope
so fair,
Thalia, Erato, all
my daydreams,
Dancing, singing,
floating through the air.
Finding strength, I
stood and I addressed them:
“I have love to
last through history’s years,
Words are there,
but lo, I cannot write them,
Help me write this
ode to end my tears.”
Through my brain
the lilt of muses’ laughter,
Then the voice of
Thor from high above:
“Be content you
found your inspiration,
Don’t be so intent
to write of Love!
“Words will fade on
paper, wash from pavement,
Poems are forgotten
all too soon;
Take your heart’s
true feelings, and release them,
Grasp your love and
take her to the moon!”
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