Wings of Love: Eros and Psyche's Eternal Dance

 

With wings of dust and whispers in the breeze,

A tale unfolds, spun of ancient trees.

Of Psyche, fairest, with eyes like dawn,

By jealous whispers, from her sisters drawn.

A whispered oracle, a chilling vow, To wed a serpent, in a shadowed bow.

With heavy heart, she climbed the rocky spire,

Awaiting fate, bathed in twilight's fire.

But slumber kissed her, soft and deep and kind,

A touch of feathers, where the Zephyrs wind.

Awakened dawn, and Eros by her side,

His golden hair, in sunlit glory tied.

In whispered vows, and stolen moonlit grace,

They built a love, in that secret space.

But mortal thirst for knowledge led astray,

A single lamp, a promise swept away.

The serpent's coils, a whisper of his form,

And Psyche's cry, in love's cruel storm.

Banished, forsaken, through trials she strode,

To prove her love, on roads the gods bestowed.

From Venus' wrath, and tasks that twisted fate,

To Hades' jaws, and Styx's bitter gate.

Each challenge met, with strength she could not see,

For love's true embers, burned eternally.

At last she stands, before Olympus' might,

With nectar kissed, her mortal skin made bright.

A goddess born, from trials overcome,

Love's victory, where doubt had once begun.

And Eros waits, with wings outstretched and wide,

Eternal dance, where mortals and gods reside.

A testament to love that knows no end,

Through fire and tears, a flame that will ascend.

So let this tale, of Psyche's soaring flight, Inspire your heart, to embrace the light.

For love's true path, may twist and turn and bend,

But faith unwavering, will find its happy end.

With courage faced, and shadows cast aside,

Let love be wings, on which your spirit glides.

In whispers heard, and dreams that take their flight,

Remember Psyche, bathed in golden light.

Unlikely Buddha 2023