Linked in arms, dance with me. Wine was spilt, not for three. More for two, two linked in hand. Hand-in-hand, watch them go. Laughter like grapes, complex like vines. They dance to their own design. Around the fire, through the woods. Calm mundane moments, love not misunderstood. Hand-in-hand, linked in embrace.
{ for Dionysus and Ariadne }
signed-author -> beloved-martyr
Dionysus is in the erratic dancing in your room
Apollo is in the strum of your instrument
Artemis is in the swift glance of the deer
Hestia is in the warm hugs of family
Athena is in the peering eyes of the owl
Zeus is in the admiration of the pattering rain
Hera is in the stern guidance of a mother
Hephaestus is in craftsmanship of your tool
Aphrodite is in the overwhelming feeling of affection
Ares is in the instinct to protect those in need
Poseidon is in the enthralling crash of the watery waves
Hermes is in the ever-moving soul of a traveler
Demeter is in the wind sifting through the wheat
{ Original Poem for the Theoi }
the gap; shifting mediums of yearning, yearning for the lines unknown. aching to break from the restrains. beauty undefined; beauty untamed. the in-between
straining the bonds of because, opening the page of why. do you hear the call? the call to question, to discover, to create. fallen light of musical reign, star beloved; a glowing image of the space within. the in-between.