Everything sings, somehow
especially the clocks
with second hands
that keep the cadence
for sleeping cats
and unrushed coffees
in the long spaces
between necessary words,
women of mythology - selene and eos
titan goddesses of the sky, sisters that briefly see one another as night fades and morning dawns.
one bright as the purest silver light. selene goddess of the moon, or perhaps the moon itself. she travels across the darkened heavens once her brother helios pulls the sun down, tucking it away safely to allow a chariot of silver guided by brilliant white steeds to take his place. she proudly rides and watches man below as they slumber.
at the end of her journey awaits her sister, eos with snowy white wings, rosy tipped fingers, and a mane as fiery as the sun itself. she awakens the sun and brother, beckoning them forth to start another day. opening the gates to allow the warm, golden light to illuminate the world once more.
they share a brief embrace, feather kisses pressed to cheeks, fingers trying to hold on to a bond that can never be broken, before selene lets go and vanishes from sight, eos following shortly after as helios waves his thanks.
Morpheus (Greek: Μορφεύς, Morpheus, or Μορφέας, Morpheas, “shaper [of dreams]”) in Greek mythology is the God of Dreams, leader of the Oneiroi. He has the ability to take any human form and appear in dreams. According to Hesoid, Morpheus is the son of Nyx, the primordial goddess of the Night, produced parthenogenically, or as Cicero claims, with Erebus, the embodiment of Darkness. He is the oldest of triplets known as the Oneiroi, along with Icelus and Phantasos. For this reason, he is also referred to as Oneiros. The Oneiroi are attendants of Hypnos, the God of Sleep, bringing dreams to the mortals and gods who fall under the power of Sleep.
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Sandro Botticelli, The Chart of Hell. c. 1480-90