Axiokersa <br /> <br />Deep in her heart she knew the pulse of bonds <br />with ancient souls who understood her pain, <br />and was the thump like of a pelting song, <br />of rain cadenced on her window and lane. <br /> <br />She was a Goddess thousands years before, <br />the yew on basalt rocks and vines of grape, <br />on slate were carved her traces and limestone, <br />Blue Pelagos before oblivion's drape. <br /> <br />Of 'Gods' Great' Axiokersa by name, <br />on Samothrake island was worshipped <br />recalls the sacred cataracts in rain, <br />ethereal maid of lightning, on slopes dripped. <br /> <br />A flight of thousand solitudes and years, <br />her voice became a falling mistle that sung, <br />the everlasting call of mountains in tears, <br />the spring that roils on basalt slopes, drops flung. <br /> <br />The Aquila Heliaca air clings, <br />for Axiokersa appears on peaks, <br />souls guides to sail on seas' immortal links, <br />to celebrate with mysteries and creeks.<br /><br />Giorgio Venetopoulos<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/peaks-3/
