Eleutherios

A soft whisper in coldest night

Hot breath upon the shuddering frame

Wings that beat without a sound

Eleutherios draws near again

With ample draw of amber arm

Stolen away my lachrymotory

And with moist breath upon the page

Bleeds ink and erases this tragic story

Midnight wings infused with fire

Smokey scent of coffee and spice

Bleeding like Merlot through the air

Surprising my skin like kisses of ice

Eleutherios makes music of sorrow

And turns the fool into a mirror

Colors hychinth with the crocus

Vining, curling, stems growing nearer

Psyche found and Eurydice restored

While Patroclus rests again unmarred

These rivers run back to the pools they spring

And skin glows again, untouched and unscarred.

Eleutherios is the blindness, the veil

Whose amourous breath brings any up

To break reality's sorrowful chain

Whether from the arrow or the cup