Escape

Thou offspring of Zeus,
My eyes are upon you;
O daughter of Mnemosyne,
My ears tuned to your song.

Words try to escape my mind,
And are lost in the gray folds.
Harmonies desire to fly from my heart,
And get caught in the strings.

Melody and verse,
Rhythm and rhyme,
All await thy inspiration;
Each anticipates thy freedom.

© 2016 H.K. Longmore

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