Oh Somnus*, tell me something,
Why not my Muse* in my dreams?
I’d long to see him for anything,
Or at least be with him in the streams.
But alas, other Muses which I never called
Kept on taking me to Lethe*.
I’d clasp my hands away from them, and behold,
Be onto Elysian Fields* where I can breathe.
I long more for his hands to reach
And take me up for Olympia*.
Maybe Hera* can permit our breach
For to enjoy a taste of ambrosia*.
But what of my Muse, you say,
That inhibits him to see me?
Is he too pure like how we pray,
Or is he really my reality?
Then decree, “Awake, O Sleeper!
Lucifer* will show the passage,
And perhaps Aphrodite* will hear you, weeper,
Grants your wish of a love lasting than age.”
So for now, I shall await for my Muse,
Even if Fate* says we’ll meet after a long time.
Then maybe to Hermes* I will fuse.
After all, is sending my blessings to you not a crime?
Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 9:30 PM UTC
Oh Somnus*, tell me something,
Why not my Muse* in my dreams?
I’d long to see him for anything,
Or at least be with him in the streams.
But alas, other Muses which I never called
Kept on taking me to Lethe*.
I’d clasp my hands away from them, and behold,
Be onto Elysian Fields* where I can breathe.
I long more for his hands to reach
And take me up for Olympia*.
Maybe Hera* can permit our breach
For to enjoy a taste of ambrosia*.
But what of my Muse, you say,
That inhibits him to see me?
Is he too pure like how we pray,
Or is he really my reality?
Then decree, “Awake, O Sleeper!
Lucifer* will show the passage,
And perhaps Aphrodite* will hear you, weeper,
Grants your wish of a love lasting than age.”
So for now, I shall await for my Muse,
Even if Fate* says we’ll meet after a long time.
Then maybe to Hermes* I will fuse.
After all, is sending my blessings to you not a crime?
Mythology + no show in dreams = crush problems in literary form
