Calliope

Her name was Calliope

She came in as night fell

Helen pales in comparison

 

The song of joy, of bitter sorrow

Wistful, triumphant

Furious, tranquil

Everything, yet nothing was between us

 

That is the true mystery

How can one so enigmatic be so familiar?

Ask Calliope

She can answer.

 

Her hair the Borealis

Her eyes the stars

Her body, the earth beneath my feet

Her voice the air we breathe

 

Can one truly be free?

Just ask Calliope

She and only she

Can tell you

 

Wisdom flows from her pores

As she floats above us

And below us

She is in every melody

In the very chord struck by the central nervous system

And cardiovascular system

 

Venus is no one

You want beauty

Talk to Calliope

She can show you beauty

 

A voice flies away at the speed of sound

I wish too hard it’d stick around

 

I like synonyms
 

Ten words mean the same thing
 

I like them, because
 

I enjoy them, because
 

I cherish them.

 

As a poet, I really am hopeless
 

I find everything meaningful
 

Potent, if you will.

She glanced at me.

She danced with him
 

Laughed with him
 

Held him
 

But she glanced at me.

 

I like synonyms
 

One word means another
 

A dream
 

An illusion
 

A fantasy
 

A nightmare

 

She is a dream
 

She floats in as a breeze off the water
 

I swear her feet don't move
 

Tranquil, calming, renewing, yet it stings your eyes
 

The palms sway
 

But, I realize that, when she sways
 

It isn't for me

 

Someone told me
 

You'll never be satisfied
 

And I won't
 

I really won't

 

Call it a dream.
 

Call it an illusion. 
 

Call it a fantasy.
 

Call it my nightmare.

 

I call it Calliope.