He touched her richly
like king Midas.
Made her feel like
a queen dripping in gold.  

He made her believe
that she was his goddess.
Until her heart was
in his control.

He tossed her aside
after taking her all.
An unkind lover,
who damaged her soul.

He smiled at her sweetly,
as he took and he stole.
a golden king,
with a black heart of coal.

She cried, and she wept,
for this snake on a throne,
Now like Medusa,
her heart is of stone.

Trapped in a cage with golden bars of light
Of ancient habit and direful duties;
Below the water crashed into the bight,
The whispering waves baiting with beauties.

But her shadow lurked around the coast,
Dashing her to the beach like drifting wood.
Preventing her from what she wanted the most
To reach new shores from where she stood.

She wanted to travel and sail the open sea
Beyond the shingle, seaweed and shells
Closer to the horizon where the birds flew free
Or to the arenaceous ground in diving bells.

And coming back to where she started
She found her seaside changed since she has parted.
Or did the widening horizon change her perceiving?
For returning was not the same as never leaving.

Let me hold onto you
Not like a leash
Chaining you to the ground
But a kite string
Helping you learn to fly