Francois Bergh
where lost words come to rest in pieces…Archive for The scrolls of yesterday
Aftermath
Astronomers will see our stars
Where we have left them in the sky -
They’ll map and name and catalogue
And some may even wonder why…
Archaeologists will find
The relics we had built in time -
For years they’ll labor to translate
The subtleties we had created…
Scientists will claim our thoughts
With newly found technologies -
They’ll find the flaws amid our thinking
And amend their future laws…
Psychologists will hold our minds
And come afore with explanations -
They will put us in a box
Yet never will they understand…
We’re the ones who hold the key
That can unlock our reckoning -
Deep within we must resolve
This ample mess we left behind…
And for the audio-philes:
March of the Muses
I commend thee, Calliope, the Queen of the epic -
With your writing tablet and your golden crown -
Your beautiful voice is world renowned…
Consecrated Clio, the guardian of yesterday -
You hold the scrolls of all writings past -
Oh glorious proclaimer – may you forever last…
Exalted Erato, the amorous dove -
How lovely your wreath of myrtle and roses -
You harbor the ardor and spawn my desire…
Oh! Euterpe, your songs I enjoy -
Playing your flute – the Aulos of pleasure -
Always will you give me dreamy delight…
Magnificent Melpomene, mother of misery -
I see your tragic mask – your crown of cypress -
Manufacture my tears with your melodious chant …
Praise for Polyhymnia, the holder of hymns -
Veiled in a song and cloaked meditation -
May your words infuse me with sacred harmony…
Tireless Terpsichore, delighting in dance -
Tickle your lyre, and inspire the choir -
Let the dances of dreams rip me out of my seams…
Thank you, oh Thalia, for blossoming joy -
Crowned with Ivy and masked with laughter -
Imbue me with flourishing fits of amusement…
You’re utterly heavenly, celestial Urania -
Bespangled with stars and wielding a compass -
Lead me away where the universe plays…
And you, oh sweet Sappho, the sensual one -
Your lyrical delirium echoes the annals -
The lustful enticement a cloak for my heart…
These are the muses, so careless and free -
And if for some reason you do not now know them,
Then I pity thee for thy lost inspiration…
Introducing the muses:
Nyx of night
Oh, mother of night
Hear my aching plight
And sow me shady delight
The playful Oneiroi evades me,
I’m plagued by Momus – and worried by Moros -
Philotes is dead and now I’m alone…
Send me now your sons of rest -
Send Hypnos if you’re feeling kind,
Or vengeful Thanatos if you’re not…
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Who knew…
In Greek mythology Nyx was primordial goddess of the night, and the following personified gods were some of her sons:
Oneiroi (Dreams), Momus (Blame), Moros (Doom), Philotes (Friendship), Hypnos (Sleep), Thanatos (Death)
