Amica Mea
"Let us stay, lock away our growing age, and may thy petals never wither or stray." Latin for 'My Love'
Oh, how the warless Nyx,
stages such flourishment.
Calm Zephyrus whistle quietly to the naked Dryads,
He's chilling arms hugs their bare waist.
The stringy emerald grass welcomes the nocturnal,
a winter blast chases the quiet hums.
The immortal *Mene, illuminant and bright,
gazes below,
to such embrace of mortal lover's chase.
**Amica Mea,
tis night is so dear,
in which the stars cherish thy peach skin.
May my firm fingers kiss thy plush cheek
and caressed such beauty,
that I drown passionately
in the pool of thy mystery.
O, I smite the one who stampedes tis hour!
Tis hour!
I became a foe of the day!
Death to me is Time! Let He grow slumberous and sleepy!
May the Moon be delayed!
May the Night freeze! Let us stay,
lock away our growing age,
and may thy petals never wither or stray.
* Moon
**'My love' (Latin)
About the Creator
Stephanie Contarino
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Inspired by ancient greek poetry and poets, along with John Keats and Robert Frost.
Love writing about the beauty of nature, religion, Greek Gods and mythology.
My Neopoet account: Stephanie Contarino
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