For Nyx and Chione‏

Would not have Nyx and Chione
wished too for love, light and joy
For doesn't darkness forebode sadness
as does cold; death and loneliness

Yet out of night births day, brightness
And dreams, love's pleasures, friendship
The cold bearing one who initiates into
after-life mysteries; makes songs, music

Still, even goddesses and nymphs succumb.
They yield, conform and in loneliness; spawn strife,
pain, death. The other, one who prophesies,
holding tight to deference, the social moral order

On Wings Perfumed‏

The Greeks would
scent the wings of doves
send them high flying above
fragrance scattered, air perfumed

I, too breathe you
out in scented breath
swirls infused and fecund
with you and with I

Not just for me now
do you here remain
For all of heavens above
and earth, we imbue, as one

No, I am not yours, not I
nor you mine ever or now
But of the heavens above
and earth; released you and I