SIBYL'S SONG
You held my hand and squeezed it
As we walked along the golden beach.
The sun slid down toward the horizon
In its blanket of orange and red.
I felt your heart speed up
As you pulled me next to you.
I heard you telling me
You wanted me with you for eternity.
But I did not understand.
You asked me what gift I'd like from you,
And I bent down,
Picking up a large clump of sand.
And I told you I wanted
Years of life, equal to the number of grains,
And this you have given me.
But I did not ask for health
Or love,
Or happiness,
And all I have left is my voice
With which to call your name
And sing to you
Of love I wish I had given you
And love I will always keep for you.
Sweet Apollo, I sing to you
Of love I wish to give you,
And love I always keep for you.
-- Phoebe 2002
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