one summer night
on the shores of Greece
I almost lost myself
coming home late
from a walk along the shore
gingerly stepping
between
sleeping bundles in the sand
the wind was soft
the sea warm
the moon full
and hanging low
I shed my clothes
and swam
southwestward
toward the moon
soon I left
the shore behind
swimming toward the moon
propelled by energy
an ache
primeval
leg and arm
I swam
like I never swam before
feeling I could go on
forever
very strong
swimming toward the moon
the moon now covered
all the horizon
and I swam right into
her golden light
in silken waters
that caressed my limbs
Dionysos calling
Mar 12, 2015
Mar 12, 2015 at 3:58 PM UTC
one summer night
on the shores of Greece
I almost lost myself
coming home late
from a walk along the shore
gingerly stepping
between
sleeping bundles in the sand
the wind was soft
the sea warm
the moon full
and hanging low
I shed my clothes
and swam
southwestward
toward the moon
soon I left
the shore behind
swimming toward the moon
propelled by energy
an ache
primeval
leg and arm
I swam
like I never swam before
feeling I could go on
forever
very strong
swimming toward the moon
the moon now covered
all the horizon
and I swam right into
her golden light
in silken waters
that caressed my limbs
Dionysos calling
