I dream of gods and goddesses,
Heroes, and the feats they did,
And lovers whose love
Shook the entire world
Setting nations aflame
Nymphs, and nereids, and dryads,
Satyrs, centaurs,
Old besotted Bacchus,
Wine dripping down his face,
Pass before me in
The fading light
My feet stumbling upon the path
Of the old blind poet,
As I listen intently
In my own darkness,
Hoping to hear his whispers
Echoing in my mind.
Donovan Baldwin