LOVE IS BLIND

Love blinds the eyes
and holds the heart to ransom.
It makes the bitter truth
taste sweeter than the strawberries
planted on the hanging gardens of Ancient Babylon.
Love is madness,
Pure in its infancy,
Perfect in its maturity.
One cannot but wonder how the mist of its essence
fades quickly before the eyes of Apollo,
Patron of the Sun.
Dusk falls,
and the veil of a new dawn is torn.
But in Love,
Dusk falls,
and Limbo continues in a never ending stream of foreverness
For Prometheus could not be bound in greater chains than these.
how the heart desires
what the mouth cannot speak
how the soul desires
what the hand cannot seek
It is indeed a mystery
if mighty Zeus King of the gods
could be driven by the Sisters of Fate
in his insatiable desires
to love, be loved and to consummate his love
even unto lower mortals of ill frame
then who am I to question my passions,
my war, my love.
I have journeyed across the Phoenician mountains,
fought across the Baltic seas,
swam across the river Styx
and ascended beyond the 7th heaven
in a twinkling of an eye,
in the rhythm of a drumbeat
my heart dances to the music of the Bacchae rites
and my spirit draws nearer to the sweet songs
of the wailing sirens
indeed I am lost to the wave of orgiastic exigencies
in my mind, body and soul.