The Midnight Call of Erato

I hear your call again

weaving its way

through the lonely silhouettes of night

like a shadow bringing words and song,

the winds of darkness,

a bird soaring with midnight wings.

You flutter through black forests

over moonlight rivers

beneath the twinkling stars,

sparking creativity

that cracks the hollow hours

with blazes of white lightning,

but I’m afraid you come and go

like the fleeting seasons

and now it’s silent white winter.

Persephone has retreated,

Orpheus sings his song to Hades,

and you’ve joined Eurydice in the darkness,

and I realize the hard truth:

there is no one for me but you

and you will never be mine.