If You Were Apollo

If you were Apollo
Then I would follow,

You along the misty shore.

We’d spread our roots
Beneath the shallows,
Until we reached the ocean floor.

We’d dance and sing
Within the grotto,
A day befit of sailor’s lore.

When getting lost
Is but a motto,
You needs an anchor to be a bore?

We’d sit alone,
Inside a hollow,
And let rest pass over as it had before.

If you were Apollo,
Then none should follow,
And I would have just you to adore.