Sunday, March 9, 2008

Moved by Love

Love lies at rest in cool marble,
she sleeps in the silence of stone.
The artist moulds sculpts
her curves form under his fingers and
each caress becomes a prayer
a hymn to his longing for love.
At last she wakes moves speaks
in murmurs and whispers
words that have the power
to make strong men weep.
The artist takes her hand
as she Descends the pedestal
and in some dusty corner
Aphrodite laughs.

(Image: Jean-Leon Gerome, Pygmalion and Galatea.)