Artemis

Athena, deepest of all women, called wise. Who is the grower of love, Athena or Aphrodite? Athena, I saw your eyes in Izmir In the city Ephesus. Where is your temple now? Wise men in ancient times come to your feet in the quiet cool air of early morning. Nature surrounded you in glory, fava beans, olives, mushrooms, mint, licorice, fall from your hands. Your beauty radiates from the eyes. Your body is made of 10,000 years of olives. In my dream I crashed though a wall and your face was there with a golden triangle. Rythmic lauds have sweetened your soul and put a shine in your cheeks. they put her in the museum She grow sad and her skin pale, With all her worshoppers gone I a foreigner was there. I tried to catch her feelings. When the guard took a few lira, for a closer look it was a disgrace, But she smiled and looked at me & I felt her embrace. She seemed ready to go with me. Though turned to stone and locked inside walls, she somehow did go with me. Actually I saw Artemis of the Temple of Ephesis. The guard let me go close. In Izmir Turkey DS Poem June 14, 3014