An Assyrian Sunrise Tale

My heart rides between the wings of Pegasus—

Ignoring self-perception… myth and fantasy netted and captured me.

—Poseidon and I, bridled love.

 

Ending night’s ecstasy’s ride

We arrived un-announced

On stomping hoofs’ –and trident’s

Well-pronounced thunder

—awakening our audience

Well beneath the sea.

 

I, being the stranger

Introduced my heart— from soul— to inspiration—

To imagination— I found no ground to stand on;

I hid in dawn’s breaking light.

 

 

I disguise my body as water, flooding deserts

Creating one small oasis

— To mimic Atlantis; to seduce and beg Atargatis

–to be my bride.

Rejecting my gesture as well as my disguise

Offering me gills for lungs

—She embedded in me, the seed of sacred sight;

With the help—of Ba‘al Hadad,

She gave my heart free rein

to see the dichotomy to balance

What will forever change.

 

I settled for bread—and breath—

Above the sea and below the sky

On the isle of life.

Gladness, nor sadness—gives love to my heart.

 

Each evening’s Pegasus ride –and morrow’s

Gradual incoming tide —allows me to pick up each rich piece

Of earth’s, little surprise—

To put into words, picture, and melody

Another complete and majestic sunrise.