Persephone

Persephone
By
Joseph Timothy


My love rises from her slumbers
Her face shines as bright a the sun
Her long dark hair falls as a mist
While streams of dark tears begin to run

I inquire of my beauty
The why of her doleful charm
“For a man’s heart is a two-edged sword
It burns cold though its touch is warm

“Soon we shall be a world apart
And separated by the sea
For as all men you feel you must
With the coming of morning flee

“But I, - I am left alone
To bear the sorrow of the night
For my love is soon forgotten
When my visage is gone from sight.”

“Not so, my love,” I wipe her tears
And reach for her clouding face
“You know but only half the truth
And read too much of our haste

“For it is for you lovers murmur
When they in their passions sway
For you young men swear their passions
And maidens their virtue betray

Every mariner lost in the night
It is your face he longs to see
To know your mysterious charms
Has driven many to lunacy

“It is your flesh painters long to brush
It is your form sculptors probe the stone
Your heart each poet hopes to caress
Your voice minstrels yearn t’ intone

It is you that sends the earth a wobble
And for you it churns its restless seas
For you its passions wax and wane
And for you howls the wandering breeze

If as yet you have your doubts
For whom our passion teems
Remember while we race the day
In your lap lay our naked dreams