Temple of Hera

Why haven’t you been shown the shores?

When I have managed to cross half across,

I build the key to heaven,

When you haven’t yet laid the plan?

The suns met the ruling planets,

The moon are still hid in their houses,

Why is your house buried in the crowd?

When I know most in town?

Am I too weird to be kept at bay?

I grew the way you did,

I never complained about the way,

Because I never cared to look back!

Every house on the street seems the same,

Then what is it that needs to be different,

I could be tall, small, heavy or thin,

But in the end is that, all that matters.

I promise happiness, love,

With shortness of none, if only excess,

But shouldn’t complain, will I get an idol?

For the temple that I built,

For whom prayers are yet to be coined.

I boast a glorious past, with friends and foe alike,

None I claim close, but the need for closure,

Is what I seek? I claim no wealth, no external beauty,

All I claim is a heart that glows.

I may not paint your face,

Nor can I sing the hymn of beauty,

Nor can I snake to the rhythm of life,

All I can, is to enslave my love before you,

Hera, crown me Zeus, glory thy Gaia.