Euterpe

Euterpe, who knows the why of when?

only you… in the silent spaces…

and even then…

you toy with those of us awaiting,

perhaps not ever gracing audience

to any fool enough to shun

the darker shadow shades of dun.

Myself I thought a formal invitation

you’d denied

assuming your arrival to be hand in hand

with rainbow hues and pealing chimes

                                                                                                                                              golden bands and silver linings

or at very least

the lapping rhythms on sand

of wind and water

unbinding, intertwining, unwinding.

I was not want to view laments

as planks that shaped the bow

of barque approaching…

although it came as no surprise

when gentle mourning dove refrain,

it’s plaintive song reproaching me

for holding out ’til brighter fair

announced your heart tune hidden there…

softly rocking mists of mystery

giving way eventually

to the barest perception of humming vibrations

those sweet tiny snippets

of old expectations

suspended above the chorus of sorrows

today’s rushing current

the tide of tomorrow.