The heart of the ghost of Calliope

Tinged hearts in rivers gold 
Calliope might we speak 
If fathers were not unwell
And we were enough for time
Damn time you scoundrel 
Cheating me of my muse 
And my heart of love.

Calliope, my heart suffers 
The ghost of my muse and
The steps that make me shudder, 
Are we not meant to be, 
Each time your horse gallops 
And your feet run from me
I ask, why 

This is the last I beg 
Can the gods of love not listen 
Do men's words evaporate 
For my heart has one beat left,
One lonely lingering beat 
That beckons the heart
The heart of the ghost of Calliope