You anathematize your loneliness, but see <br />Theseus, he had cruelty abandoned Ariadne, <br />though she saved him, established him as hero, <br />then she followed him blindly, without thread, <br />for his grace she dropped the crown of Knossos. <br /> <br />Are you torn to pieces? Ariadne suffered more, <br />was left along the pointed rocky shores of Naxos, <br />as if she drowned on land rather than in ocean. <br /> <br />Yet Dionysus arrived there to bring her to Cyprus, <br />the aura opened up her heavy eye-lashes, <br />the sun painted her cheeks pink, singing for her: <br /> <br />I’m the river flowing into your sea, <br />I’m the dew resting in your foliage, <br />we both, as one, form a chapel, <br />we, two discs in one, moon and sun. <br /> <br />Do not cry. The roaring fondles the hope, <br />the new lover is arriving as your nice savior. <br />If he himself cannot donate you happiness, <br />at least he helps you to escape from misery. <br /> <br /> <br />© JosephJosephides<br /><br />Joseph S. Josephides<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ariadne-in-cyprus/
