Odyssey

I’m gonna make a bed of olive,
Won’t you fall in my bed and tell me it’s soft?
Find me another bed, I’ll lay my head upon,
I miss the gentle sway of our olive bed.

I’m gonna run away to my Calypso,
I see her in the sky, my Calypso.
Charming me with her eye, oh my,
Sheltered beneath her sky, is I.

I’ll make myself a god, with wine and ambrosia,
I’ve always loved the smell of the fragrant perfume.
I miss it when I wake and I still smell the cinnamon,
Woven between her braid that I press myself to.

I’ve fallen as a slave to this foreign enchantment,
Won’t someone let me know is it only for me?
Slowly the shadows fall and I stare at the ocean,
Come take me far away as I drift out to sea.

I miss the dewy suture of Silk upon Marble,
Teasing me with the glare of the dark silhouette.
I touch the marble stone and the feel becomes softer,
Breaking beneath my touch as it falls to my feet.

I kneel on the bed, and it’s holy,
I’ve never had to beg for the salt of the soul.
“Aye, goad the tortured soul, the heart of Karosa,
Do not allow Karosa to think of her own.”

I hope you touch the heart of my lover,
I miss the beating heart of the Ithaca queen.
Bring me upon my ark to my lover,
Tell her upon my word where I’m longing to be.

I’ll sail across the sea in my ark,
I think it’s just as good if it’s wood, or of gold.
I’ll look alike my ark, and I’ll be your beggar,
Wear that amounts more worth than the dress that you sew.

I am, and they will call me, a hopeless romantic,
I don’t reject the title, I know I must be,
Once word that I would change though, I've never been hopeless,
And though I've been gone a while, I never did leave

I kiss upon your head as you hold me,
I feel into your hair and it’s silver and soft.
I look into your eyes, they adore me,
I see the sun arise and I’m lost.

I see a man of stone in the yard,
I look upon the man and he looks upon me.
I am the man of stone, I’m the art,
I am made of madness and ivory.

I’ll make myself a home in my garden,
Gather yourself a hand and then bring them to me.
Buried beneath the sand, is my garden,
I rest inside the land of my home by the sea.

I count across the days, they are long,
I send myself away to get lost in my head.
I travel long and far but I always,
I keep on coming back to our olive bed.