Jul
25
Upon breaking waves
I saw you floating
above the water,
daughter of Neptune,
sprouting from your root
Above the mountains
I kissed you softly
Cybele spied us
and sought to convert
us, before we fled
In great green forests
I chased you and caught
you, and built you a
home from their branches
Silvanus saw, and
cunningly trapped us,
making us the guards
of his woods and fields
Seeking to escape,
you sang to him once
a sweet sad song of
Pomona, making
him her sweet hero,
providing a home
to her luscious trees,
thwarting Vertumnus,
making her his own
In gratitude, he
granted your release
Even today I
work his fields, walking
up and down the rows
and sing to myself
minor harmonies
of the song you sang
Waiting long for your
return
