Ghosts On Mount Olympus
© Surazeus
2025 07 10

When I inhale forgotten memories
fierce feelings sprout wings from my wounded heart
so I fly far across the spinning world
to find the place I invent in my mind
where I may overcome my opposite,
and dwell in comfort of sorrow expressed.

This world is not the one in which I fell
asleep with blanket of religious faith
as time shifts gears of knowledge one notch more
which leaves me stranded on the windy shore,
so I rise from my bed of tangled roots
to don my wolf-fur cape and leather boots.

Ascending steep slope to the mountain peak
to find beyond horizon of my faith
sun-gleaming towers of our Shangri-La,
I peer in wind-whipped swirls of moon-white snow
to see golden arches of that cafe
where tourists eat hamburgers with root beer.

Bewildered by vision of paradise,
I stumble in large cave of shadowed fears
to shelter from the reckless storm of time,
but find large statue of Copernicus
holding armillary sphere in his hand
that represents the roundness of our world.

When the snowstorm dissipates with soft voice
of cupids fluttering wings by rivulets,
I see Ganymede with Liberty Cap
kneeling on the broad rocky mountain slope
with bowl of wine for his eagle to drink
as he caresses feathers of her head.

Stepping gingerly over jagged stones
splintered loose from cliffs by expanding ice,
I see young mother with gossamer wings
lift baby cupid from the crowded crib,
kiss his cheek, then toss him into the air
so my wild angel soars into the clouds.

Startled by herd of goats clattering their hoofs
on river stones, I huddle by pine tree
twisted by four thousand years of wild wind,
and find myself beside their grinning shepherd,
Faunus lounging in goat-fur pants and boots
while Latinus plays panpipes on his knee.

Snapping photos of ghosts on Mount Olympus
with my eye-phone, I wander in mute ruins
of that ancient temple where Zeus played host
with feasts and stage shows for time travelers
till relentless shifting of the universe
erased their memories from all human minds.

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Orpheus teaches Latinus how to play the lyre while singing epic narrative tales about the human adventure exploring the world of mountains and seas.

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