She woke on the edge of a clear stream and made her way to a mansion built on pillars of gold, whose silver walls glowed like a lantern in the sun. She ventured inside to find floors of precious stones, rooms of treasure and art, and comforting voices that she could hear but not see that invited her to dine, to bathe, to sleep, and to enjoy every imaginable comfort. She fell asleep to a chorus of angels, accompanied by a harp. – Teresa Jordan, (“Cupid: The Soap Opera”) http://www.yearoflivingvirtuously.com/?p=1649
VALENTINE
‘Tis Cupid come in darkness
to dance in dreams, dear Psyche –
how we yearn like children
to unlock deep chests,
to comfort and confirm
our richest vulnerabilities,
our nakedness in the light.
O’ to be so simply mortal
is the envy of all the gods!
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