Finding your voice, amidst love.
Easy it is to find your voice,
your Aoede,
that guides you amidst the realm of mortals.
Blessed you shall be though,
when you find someone
with whom you can remain in silence and noise
comfortable as you were on your own.
However, cursed you may be
when the silence starts to resound within you
and the noise degrade to an abstract construct,
fading meaninglessly in the winds
that Aeolus tried to contain.
Only in vain and agony,
does the West wind carry the meanings of our words
to those brave enough to interpret them.
To sheer destiny,
does that wind carry our silences
across the field of time and space.
And when the sun sets
I dread, and I smile.
For I know.
The greatest Aoedes
cower and dismay over their love.
This poem is part of a poetry collection of my own creation. For any reuse, please feel free to contact me. Nisolomou (Stelios Nikolaou) 2024 ©
