Alberto Palomo, Lexington, South Carolina, USA

Storm on Olympus

...
Zeus and Athena do not know what to do...
The gods do not find a solution...
Aphrodite is the culprit says Zeus...
Athena nods ... sighing says ... it's her ... yes ...
...
down in the land of men and women...
the rumor runs in the temples and water sources...
a God has fallen in love with a mortal...
and his love is so great that not to lose it...
He wants to be mortal and end his days with her...
what madness say most of the gods...
the humans wonder ... who will be the mortal ... and who the God ...
the SUN bathes the Helades* ... nice summer day
on Olympus...dense black clouds cover the palace...
he wants to be mortal ...we hear ... 
to feel what it is to live ...

it's already early evening... and Hermes goes flying ...
it stops raining ... a rainbow ... shines on earth and Olympus...
Zeus and Athena ... laugh ...

down at the Oracle of Delphi...
the flames of the lamps grow...
they comment .... one less God...
who will be ...

in a modest house ... on the outskirts of Platea ... a couple loves each other ...
as if it were the last time ... as if tomorrow did not come anymore...

a beautiful rainbow ... shines ...

Where do the words that didn't stay in a book go ...?
Where do the kisses that never touch a face go ...?
do they float ... in the wind ... maybe they lay in the rain drops ...
and on the windows ... in a rainy day ... come back to us ...

Rainbow ...
Iris ... a butterfly ... was transformed ... in a beautiful GODDESS ...

where do the last poem go ...?
where did they go ...?
where did ... Hermes powers go ...?

I'm looking for a word ...
that word ... that made Hermes mortal ...

I would like to be Hermes ...
just that word ...
melodies ...
So to sing under your window ....
heart ... heart ... that hides ... heart fleeing ...
like Hermes ...
so love you ... till this voice fade out ...

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