I dreamed a dream of glory
That I’d reached the mountain’s summit
With the fears of the ignorant a fading, threadbare backdrop
And I rested with the hush of innocence
Basking in the garden of Hesperides reborn
In harmony with the nymphs of sunset
The atmosphere was steeped in a fragrant peace
And Ladon the dragon was sincerity and sound embrace
Reaching warily, I plucked a golden apple from a blushing perfumed branch
Its juice was tangy, its flesh sweet radiance
My eyes saw clearly and my heart filled with joy
And my mind awakened and I did not die
The tree of knowledge had laid bare its timeless secret: god is a liar.
(mish 2017)
Nov 13, 2018
Nov 13, 2018 at 8:44 PM UTC
I dreamed a dream of glory
That I’d reached the mountain’s summit
With the fears of the ignorant a fading, threadbare backdrop
And I rested with the hush of innocence
Basking in the garden of Hesperides reborn
In harmony with the nymphs of sunset
The atmosphere was steeped in a fragrant peace
And Ladon the dragon was sincerity and sound embrace
Reaching warily, I plucked a golden apple from a blushing perfumed branch
Its juice was tangy, its flesh sweet radiance
My eyes saw clearly and my heart filled with joy
And my mind awakened and I did not die
The tree of knowledge had laid bare its timeless secret: god is a liar.
(mish 2017)