Axiokersa
Deep in her heart she knew the pulse of bonds
with ancient souls who understood her pain,
and was the thump like of a pelting song,
of rain cadenced on her window and lane.
She was a Goddess thousands years before,
the yew on basalt rocks and vines of grape,
on slate were carved her traces and limestone,
Blue Pelagos before oblivion's drape.
Of 'Gods' Great' Axiokersa by name,
on Samothrake island was worshipped
recalls the sacred cataracts in rain,
ethereal maid of lightning, on slopes dripped.
A flight of thousand solitudes and years,
her voice became a falling mistle that sung,
the everlasting call of mountains in tears,
the spring that roils on basalt slopes, drops flung.
The Aquila Heliaca air clings,
for Axiokersa appears on peaks,
souls guides to sail on seas' immortal links,
to celebrate with mysteries and creeks.
Giorgio Venetopoulos
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