Olympus

• Posted by: declan molloy
• Created: December 19, 2016
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Olympus

I dreamt about the crumbling hills,

of lavender, drenched, scented

Highlights of silver dusty light,

grey moons, sad and tormented

I dreamt of rocks rent asunder

racing to sure destruction

the sound of Cicadas

Gods who gave instruction

I dreamt of mortals bowed,

bowed deep before the thunder

I dreamt of sons who prayed

and the ramblings of their fathers

I dreamt of beauty's soft sweet form,

of cotton warmly pressed

The sounds of love of life,

the shape of limb and breast

I Dreamt of Titans softly crying

and infant screams in sleep

I dreamt of dust on rock strewn fields

waters running dark and deep

Where children dreamt of Cerberus

before the sun would finally rise

And mist would quietly disappear

between the earth and the burning sky

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