Clio
I remember
how she visited,
One day,
An early afternoon,
In November.
I was heading home,
At last.
Driving fast
and fierce,
My silver jaguar.
Tense my deadlines,
That an airship
was waiting in line,
Weighing
those radiant anchors.
Ahhhh
They were done
all my chores,
Then I collapsed.
Sedative air
she fanned
'Saleema'
Tricked me.
I fall down.
Like a man
who was dead.
On an aching bed,
I fall down.
But I slipped down!
I slipped down
into a dazzling
Siesta.
Where they were
opened those doors.
Where I was walking
under the snaring shadows,
Cleft them,
A waning moon.
I stared at densely fog,
Then she revealed herself.
Hers,
A long basaltic hair,
Flowing down,
Flickering lacy apparel.
Glittering jewels,
All over her,
Gleaming.
Her nose,
She held in open air,
When she landed on my dome,
When she seized my rare
and sandal chair.
She fall
with rich that was her grace.
Approaching,
She blew misty fumes
on my owlish face.
Yes yes!!
She possessed me.
I cried out:
I come in peace,
Scouting my longing
missing tales.
Stories,
He lost them
'Oceanus'
in his giant seas.
When 'Uranus'
threw fearsome wrath,
And he was born 'Hercules'
When eloping winds
deserted 'Aeolus'
They fled eloping winds
'Lipari' islands.
Athena was,
Bewildered boy,
The crown stone!
Athena, then,
Utopian joy
of the old Greece.
I remember what I said,
I remember she smiled and waved;
Goodbye.
Goodbye
I said!!
Goodbye, goodbye!!
Clio,
I bid you farewell.
As you fly,
You fly away.
Go fly away,
Clio,
To see me cry.
Oh, so heavy my heart.
Too shy
to ask for perseverance.
Even though you fly,
You fly away.
Swarming after you,
In their thousands,
Bewitch the flies,
They were made
of fire.
I woke up!
That sun
has just retired.
Soon,
We will be airborne.
Bearing me dark skies,
and raging thunder.
Soon,
We will be pleading
time to shrink.
Times....
I scorned
faceless calendars.
Rotating fast,
Eclipsing light dreams.
Hasty days,
Hectic nights,
Impatient
with their sameness.
Impatient,
Elapsing and hurrying,
Still!!!
They don't chime,
Like the Act of the golden pendulum
of father's old clock.
She vanished!
A fragile,
An injured butterfly.
Wearisome,
Oh!!
She drowned and died
in that a brook.
Pealing,
And swept her away,
The brook's rapid course.
She faded away!
And time running away!!
Until the day
I caught her.
Hiding in a deep slumber.
Deep,
In a leather sack,
Clio
was hiding
with some neglected recorders.
Lost verses,
I thought,
They have forever disappeared.
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