Wisdom Fair

Dear Athena, my Grecian gaze, I dare to fly, the sky aflame.
For silken wings, to soar the soul, to feel the pulse, of zenic
Gold. My fairest queen, a goddess grey, infuse the waves,
The flames of fey. Indeed a heart, the lark of wings, a virgin’s
Ache, and yonic dreams. My melic dove, the love of guilt, a
Harvest chained, the shroud of silk. And tears ablaze, the lake
Of wounds, where angels roar, the mystic blues. My lotic
Love, a forest dark, a chorus flame, the pain of heart.      

And wisdom fair, my biblic gaze, I dare to fly, the sky ablaze.
For phrenic fuse, a phoenix charm, the myth of death, and
Heaven’s arm. My ripple flare, suffuse the mind, the flute of
Prose, is near divine. Indeed the soul, a delphic star,
Equipped to die, and rise afar. And silken wings, to soar the
Heart, to feel the pulse, an omic spark.