A love so bright it dazzles through,
Aeons past, to this soul, though
Your words, faint fragments, incomplete,
Broken verses, yet replete,
Profound in meaning, ever true,
Despite millennia betwixt us two.
And when love came and shook your heart,
Like blessed wind on mountain, yet
It still shakes me,
Truly, madly, deeply.
Our oak tree, troubled, shaking still,
Millennia past and yet we will
Seek such bliss, strong, but ever meek.
Your lyre strings leave us fragile, weak,
And woeful, yet joyful, captive.
You are our muse, Poetess, goddess supreme.
Love’s champion, Sappho, guardian of our dreams.
You light our way,
Ever bedazzling.
Love be love.
About the Creator
Raymond G Taylor
Author based in Margate on the English Kent coast, having moved from London. Known for his short stories and flash fiction, as well as poetry and non-fiction writing on subjects such as art, science, technology and the human condition
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