the harp in the
night sky
so serene does it
play
can we not dance and
spin, a nigh
and cast our path
along her way?
sparkling lights the
heart turns to fire
great globe and
small enhance her beauty
so refined are her
lines, we admire
them, as if it sang
as Orpheus’ duty
myths go on as
dreams and stories bold
never to pass into
obscurity by retelling
ancient gods, their
pity rarely turned to gold
but for true love
were their tears oft’ rebelling
aeons ago man and
gods intertwined
romance, passion,
power divined
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