Apollo's Bride

lashes of silk, the grasses give a golden divulgence
she lays in a bed of white efflorescence.
prickles of tickles rise goosebumps, she lays still
the sun delectable in temperature, in warmth, in pleasure.

she lays there for time passed, but the sun continued to scorch
with sun-kissed skin, Apollo carried his torch.
and she continued to dream of her soldier's return
for the war had been for many reigns of Greece's kings.

silence she lay in, and silence laid on she
the wind blew, but it did not stop her grip on Apollo's heart's key.
and so she melted, body of ambrosia and nectar
only for Apollo to return without a bride.

blind seers and mute prophets came to give condolence
but Apollo would have an audience.
silence the night laid in, and in the night laid silence
for the sun never returned.