Echoes of Ariadne
Between slow-travelling
ships and stars,
clustered lights
define mountains.
Think of me,
from your white ferry
bound for Piraeus
and our separation.
Turn your face back
to this island
obscured by ocean,
the hours since embarking.
I shall be
scanning the darkness,
as if I could see...
Amour de Voyage
© Copyright: Jena Woodhouse, 2003
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