Down by the river's banks

Roxanne, Alexander's loved wife, sleeps and in her dream she tries to warn him. An Iambic decapentasyllabic verse.

Down by the river's banks

The foliage dithers by the side of Acheronian river,
as Roxanne journeys in her sleep, along the lithesome streamers
with ruptured flags to wave above the blossoms that quiver
and down its coursing path with souls of lovers gone and dreamers.

Symbolic is the Eagle's flight above the battle's winners
of Alexander's phalanxes, most glorious 'mid mortals
and it becomes the flaming pyre that purifies on altars
the braves who passed across the Styx, the Hades' iron portals.

"Protect him deities of night, Morpheus send my message,

cause he should not stare at the sun on Babylon's west entrance
I hark to wind, that passes mid the ferryman's black cordage
and marries those who search across their lost eternal romance."

The maiden's song had tranced him by the silver stream's embankment
and to the skylines followed him, along the nightly orchard
that spread beyond the stills of time with her ebonic garment
conventual her calls amass, apocryphal and cloistered.

Intangible, she lifted high, above the efflorescence,
therefore she wore, beyond the mists, betrothal ringing golden;
with him she slept in cotton mists, aboard the ship of voidance
monotonous her windy songs, their trip of e'er to broaden.

© 23-04-2015, G. Venetopoulos, All Rights Reserved
(Iambic decapentasyllabic verse)

Author's Note

I am kindly asking the other members not to edit or revise (reorganize) my poem(s). Benevolent comments, though, are always welcome. Thank you.