The Maenad's Song

On a hillside flowing with Spring's song
The palm trees swirl to the music of my heart
Sultry maenads, who spawn forth from fantasy's depths
Sing their lustful melodies that echo in the reaches of my mind
Will youthful love break these icy bonds that imprison my heart
radiating its warmth to a heart so deprived
in an explosion of brilliance
fulfilling the empty spaces of my life's journey?

On this hillside, I vow
No longer will the walls of doubt and isolation
stem the flow of the maenad's song
that surges forth to these crumbling castle walls
Let their voices burst through this prison of my making
And bring to this mind and skin life in warm intimate waves....