Abandonment
I sit here in desolation, thinking of him. Ah, Gods, he is beautiful. I remember his raven hair, through which many times I have ran my fingers through, sometimes twisting locks of his silken tresses around my fingers. I remember his eyes, clear and steady, so intelligent and filled with laughter. I would bless those eyes,placing fluttering kisses on each before he would retire for the day. I remember his mouth, out of which thoughts and ideas would tumble out so rapidly, yet could just as quickly bestow upon whom he chose compliments and sincerity. I remember his face, cold with perspiration, change into one of wonder and worship as I came forth from the shadows to deliver to him his tool for rescue and victory...
I still love him, he who is the creator of my exile; of my abandonment. Still, doubts, half-formed theories, revolve inside my mind. Did he forsake me, his chosen wife and companion and rescuer, on purpose? Did he plan all along to dump me on the nearest isle? Is he, my love, that monstrous a creature, manipulating me, using me only for is own benefit? Or, did Minos' ships force him to leave in haste, thus inadvertantly leaving me behind? Could the sailors have heard my futile cries for help, as the ship sailed on to Greece? Was that dark figure, standing alone, staring intently back towards this evil island, my beloved?
Ai! Zeus, Father, Lord of the Skies, blight me with your thunderbolt, so I no londer may have these agonizing doubts!
Nay, Lord, I retract that statement: rather would I suffer and grasp onto those small memories of him, though they torment me....
Theseus, my sole light and joy, hear my plea! Why did you not turn back? Why condemn one who loves you to a joyless future?
I sit here in desolation, thinking of him. Ah, Gods, he is beautiful. I remember his raven hair, through which many times I have ran my fingers through, sometimes twisting locks of his silken tresses around my fingers. I remember his eyes, clear and steady, so intelligent and filled with laughter. I would bless those eyes,placing fluttering kisses on each before he would retire for the day. I remember his mouth, out of which thoughts and ideas would tumble out so rapidly, yet could just as quickly bestow upon whom he chose compliments and sincerity. I remember his face, cold with perspiration, change into one of wonder and worship as I came forth from the shadows to deliver to him his tool for rescue and victory...
I still love him, he who is the creator of my exile; of my abandonment. Still, doubts, half-formed theories, revolve inside my mind. Did he forsake me, his chosen wife and companion and rescuer, on purpose? Did he plan all along to dump me on the nearest isle? Is he, my love, that monstrous a creature, manipulating me, using me only for is own benefit? Or, did Minos' ships force him to leave in haste, thus inadvertantly leaving me behind? Could the sailors have heard my futile cries for help, as the ship sailed on to Greece? Was that dark figure, standing alone, staring intently back towards this evil island, my beloved?
Ai! Zeus, Father, Lord of the Skies, blight me with your thunderbolt, so I no londer may have these agonizing doubts!
Nay, Lord, I retract that statement: rather would I suffer and grasp onto those small memories of him, though they torment me....
Theseus, my sole light and joy, hear my plea! Why did you not turn back? Why condemn one who loves you to a joyless future?