To Olympia

A constant headlong,
The gentle wind to accompany me,
The wild, to the top of the mountain

In between the cloud and the stream
In attitude and by power
A siren told me

A young one to bear

The spark in the forest
Now a sun ray now a lightning
Clear this peak in flashes

A feeling forlorn, in the shade of the fig

Charioted by Bacchus and his pards,
I am to scream a desire to view,
Have dreamt up a thought of you

This a running in waters tongue
Green eyes and there, a vision
An immense talk, a surprise

For real

19.08.2014