No angels herald your arrival
No starburst light
Sparta’s trumpets are muted
The towers quiet

It’s a chord when you come, darling
Which no earthly instrument could impart
It is quite silent to the ears, you see
And utterly deafening to the heart

Your whip at my back, I follow
Heaving oars through storm and darkest night
Jealousy- that howling tempest has me
These sinking boats I shall not right

A thousand ships of love, dear
Oars snapped and hulls stripped bare
I wonder if you’ll sense they’ve perished
I wonder, would you care?

Now I taste the salty tears of Menelaus
While he feels Paris’ joy
One last look as waves engulf me
Burning cheeks turned toward Troy

Copyright © Dustin Anderson

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