Goodbye, diaphanous blue gown
in which I played the part of bride;
farewell, navy suit of silk
in which the groom stood by my side;
adieu, shuttered room, snow-white,
we made believe was paradise,
in which we sang our lullabies
and greeted morning with glad eyes.
Goodbye, narrow, cobbled streets,
theatres, temples, ancient tombs;
we were yours, and in your thrall,
captive planetary moons.
Invisible as lunar orbits,
one mote in infinity,
we transit ether-density
millennia of lives engender,
drawn toward the alabaster
aura of Athena's shrine,
the captivating oracle we once
believed was yours and mine…
Farewell, alabaster shrine
© Copyright: Jena Woodhouse, 2005
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