My love, can you see the fires fade
The flame had gone cold, now even the light wanes
What hubris is it, that assures man he’s enough?
That his tale is not of doom, but an Odyssey in the makes
So, what if stands in way, the waves or the god they serve
So, what if it has been ages since my name was heard
Say, love, do you not wait?
My love, Penelope, do you not wait?
Can another tie the bow, and string them through the ax’s nape?
Can another thread your sadness through his flesh, unscathed
Untangle your heartstrings, and tie them to their heart
And write on your skin, wordlessly, their greatest art