Aphrodite is a goddess of strife
in this age old coincidence called life
She whispers soft remedies for healing the heart
and her magic tears it further apart
Her eyes so beautiful and deep as a soul
because diamonds always start out as coal

Sparkling dust laid upon my feathered pillow
the tears sped by from the weeping willow.
The stars moved silently yet screamed well loud
then danced and died behind every cloud
The moon was bright through the rain paved sky
the pattering around me became my lullaby.
I climbed the arms of my willowed friend
careful not to leave any branches bent
Pretty little mice with wings passed by
my sweet little angels chirping when I'll die
The winds blew the willows arms around
but my poor weeping willow makes no sound.

I climbed down the tender roots of care
and kneeled to drink the tears of my friend back there
I walked to the Garden where everything remained
roses still blossoming and weeds still insane
Apples still growing but never a feast
round little red-stemmed beast.

I touched Aphrodite with my solemn eyes
and told her of all natures lullabies
She knew already, how silly of me
attempting to set my morbid soul free
She took my hand and passed me to the Reaper
knee deep in shit and getting deeper and deeper.

©1997 - Robert Boothby

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