From the album A Kind of Revelation

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Morning came golden like the universe was holding kerosene
And Apollo flicked his cigarette
All proud and mighty, trying to bluff out Aphrodite with the queens
But she always has the bigger bet

Like the Sirens of the Sea were singing for me

There’s no use in hiding that the trident of Poseidon was your crutch
Like everything you touched was water
Out on the high seas, trying to catch a glimpse of Pisces in the rough
But she spit out everything you brought her

Like the bells of the St. Marie were ringing for me

Like a seaborne symphony was suddenly sounding
And our hearts were the timpani quietly pounding

© 2018 Joel Van Horne