thoughts//theyaremy part3

Sweet Athena,
weave me a dream with
those frail hands.

Spin me an illusion
so i would feel the sea breeze
on my cheeks once again.
To feel my rusty feet drift
away from this cursed wooden island;
away from the dreaded nymph witch.

Bring me back,
across the wine-blue waters;
oh such great barrier that rests between myself
and my fair-haired wife.

On my mainland,
i would slaughter the haughty suiters
with the tip of my poisoned arrow
and restore the calm.

Oh swift Athena,
hear my prayer.
Send me a dream.
so i would see Penelope again
for one shortened moment.