By Terry Wayne L.    terry39@juno.com
Date: 2 May 2000

Greek Interventions

My teacher is the moon now.
On nights of quiet solitude 
when I can touch the innermost part 
of my soul and find you waiting there.

Diana, Huntress of the dark
Seductress of my celibate nights.
Watch over my sleep and dreams.
Keep my soul grounded tonight.

I closed my eyes and saw a chariot there
Gilded gold and amber by the starlight.
A cluster of powerful horseflesh pawing in impatience
Waiting to carry me to your arms,

As Vulcan to his fiery concubine in silken veils
Awaiting another night of smoldering pleasure.
Another molten explosion or four or ten
Before riding the stars in heaven again.

Oh Eros what have you done to my heart?
And Hera, is that your golden laughter I hear?
Happy that Zeus has touched the lives of mortals
Playing games with souls and lives again?

Diana, Protector of the lonely spirit of males
I wish you would intervene before it is too late..
Too late to save my self from this journey
Alas it is too late, my siren is singing now and I must answer.
I must indulge for now…

Terry Wayne L.
May 2000