Apollo Contest — Entry #8

Taking Flight

The day arrives by chariot
On wings of golden radiance
Warm ripples of hope and longing
Caressing my soul. Burning
The faint sweet sounds
Of the time honored lyre
Fills my heart with
Thy magic. Haunting
As the silver arrow
Is drawn back, taunt
Anticipating it’s release
I stand still in the sunlight, Waiting
Ancient Archer, pierce my being
Fill it with inspiration and song
Rescue me from self doubt
Music from Apollo. Healing

By Autumn Pulstar


Posted on August 8, 2016, in Bacchic Things, hellenic things, Uncategorized and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Comments Off on Apollo Contest — Entry #8.

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