I am unable to sleep tonight. I've been writing. I'm on my umpteenth reworking of this poem. I can't get Persephone out of my head lately. Comments are always welcome.
The first pale of dawn
brings whispers of Persephone.
Will she return today?
Exhausted from tossing
on the storm of my thoughts
with eyes too weary to weep.
not again
no more
Your shade won't leave this place
even with the threat of dawn.
Persephone granted Orpheus his wish.
He lost his promise of a love forever
too afraid to move forward
he looked back.
I move toward the dawn,
my eyes have seen the night,
I sit
in stillness
in silence
my only gift to offer.
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