Penelope --- A poem

By Mory Keita

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A day without my love is a day without sunshine,

And a night spent without him is a starless night.

Sunsets and sunrises do but, like the sea, part us.

Stars shadow compared to his beauty and majesty,

Moon and sun, perched there above Olympus like clouds,

Envy our eternal happiness for all are but paltry jewelries.

Light and dark are but cruel illusion to compress our love.

Why should we abide by the laws of nature?

Why should we rest our love on these seashores?

A day without my love is eternity spent in solitude,

And night spent without him is like a barren horizon.

Fight my love, O my brave king, rage like wounded wind.

I shall wait for your return on every Ithacan seashore singing;

Singing with wounded wind songs of thou lost and return,

“O there he comes, there he stands, and there is my love,”

Fight my love like the wind, for thou heart art ageless.

O Olympians when shall thou return my love to my heart?

For like a falling star, my heart sinks into seas of sorrow.

Penelope --- A poem