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Terpsichore

by James Matthew Byers


Terpsichore, be my song
As from your inspiration’s throng
Within my heart, the special place
Where only I can see your face,
Impart on me the lyric’s trance
As in my soul, the Muses dance
By way of your intrepid fire
Whilst from your hands, the mystic lyre
Composes harmonies in sync
With melodies of which I drink
To find my needed rhythm’s mark
By way of you as I embark
Upon the journey of the poem,
Hearing your voice say, “I know him.”
Filling up with ardent joy
As if I were again a boy.
Oh, Terpsichore, once again
I claim your song as but a man
Who turns the flame of motion’s thunder
Into words my soul can plunder
Crafting from the soothing glance
Of all you grant, oh Queen of Dance
By way of your smooth chocolate spin
As round and round, our minds akin
To only what the outcomes plays:
A new poem wrought for better days
Where every minute’s admiration
Stems from your lyre’s inspiration
Pouring out into my core,
As every word I so adore
For one of nine, you captivate
In such a way as I relate
To you, and only you alone.
You move what was once made of stone.
Impart on me the words of story,
Ever mine, sweet Terpsichore.


© 2008 James Matthew Byers

James Matthew Byers is a published author(Grecian Rune, 2004) and a father of two. James has been married to his wife, Dorothea, for seven years. Mr. Byers teaches 8th Grade English at Moody Junior High. He resides with his family and two cats in Rainbow City.

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