Meliai (Greek Mythology)

Meliai (Greek Mythology)

Behold the tallest dryad
drawn by firelight, mountain
ash born to Gaia, nurses
Zeus moon deep in Rhea's
Cretan cave.

Embedded in rapture They
summon the dawn with
bluelet handfuls of velvet
hysteria, holding down a new
universe.

Falling from the end of twigs,
sweet and mild manna of ash,
fine-grained honey of bees,
celestial music tumbles together
with operatic cries.

We've seen them move in winds
of night, listened to the extent of
their vulnerability as limbs burned
over sky blazed with the warmth of
Ourano's vengeful blood.

The breath of their life continues
through the darkness for the spirits
they say are confined from the start.
Listen; listen to the Meliai's song
clang-cling it plays.

Lie very still; breathe it deep, the
smell of night-blooming orchids, the
oasis of His carnal touch. His form
suspending a moment, tenderly alone,
tenderly calm.

Now watch Her in the jewelweed thistle
of the earth's balm. Believe Her
performance as you draw one finger along
the edge of this world, twisted root on
common ground.

The salt of His fatherhood speaks of slaughter
castrating all facets of hope as He falls
plummeting before you. Oh, but how He fell
and rose again with such mastery! And I
would take you and take you and take you.

Listen to it through the darkness! Listen;
listen to the Meliai's song! Clang-cling
it plays is what we hear, when we do not
learn to say goodbye. In the Heavens, a small
image of us holds sweet dreams...

And all farewells return.