Your touch

Lapetus and Clymene bore impetus as such,
For the sky aloft doth sit secure,
While burdens heavy and mind of much,
My shoulders strengthen and endure.

While Kronos spins a weave of time,
Our laughter bears a reddened fruit,
Though Athena's beauty marred sublime,
Away goes music atwin the flute.

Regain us once more our melody true,
To dance and sing when seconds ripe,
Children's growth doth priorities askew,
The notes of youth in pitch would pipe.

Thought lost without Janus' blessing,
Our footing assured with gait of grace,
Timid not our journey progressing,
Trajectories bind to our loves embrace.

My shoulders strengthen and endure,
While burdens heavy and mind of much,
For the sky aloft doth sit secure,
And emboldened am I by your touch.