Candle Without A Wick
The Heavens have declared a solace,
A sanctuary I cannot visit,
A solitude I will not embrace.
For I drift into the vastness,
An emptiness engulfs me about.
I cry out to Eros, to Hera, to Aphrodite,
Answers I receive from Ares and Dionysus instead.
Am I to saunter this expanse forever?
Oh bring her to me Eros,
For I have long endured anguish!
She surmises it to be besottedness!
As the Sun is wanting of fire,
So am I without my inamorata,
A candle without a wick,
Waiting to be lit, waiting to shine.
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