My death is riding high on five clear clouds
It isn’t high enough but it’s stable
I feel enveloped in blue-and-white shrouds
It must be some large part of my fable
Goddess Athena reveals one main truth
Kissing my forehead a number of times
The Goddess of Wisdom only in sooth
Plays to those who seek Her love’s final chimes
Is it better to have loved and lost than
Never to have loved at all, the poet
Laments, dressed in a transparent caftan
Thinking of the Greek nymph who could show it
Cloud following cloud penetrates my skin
As I’m becoming a part of the spin
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Another way of riding high
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Patrick M. Ohana
A medical writer who reads and writes fiction and some nonfiction, although the latter may appear at times like the former. Most of my pieces (over 2,200) are or will be available on Shakespeare's Shoes.
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