Olympus

I dreamt about the crumbling hills, of lavender, drenched, scented Highlights of silver dusty light, Of starry moons, sad tormented I dreamt of rocks rent asunder racing to sure destruction the sound of Cicadas Gods who gave instruction I dreamt of mortals bowed, bowed deep before the thunder I dreamt of sons who prayed and the ramblings of their fathers I dreamt of beauty's soft sweet form, of cotton warmly pressed The sound of love and life, the shape of limb and breast I Dreamt Titans softly crying and infant scream in sleep I dreamt of life and pleasant fields water flowing still and deep Where children dreamt of Cerberus before the sun did finally rise And mist would quietly disappear between earth and burning skies