My pillows were waves, when you loved me.
Waves of Lavender, of golden silk.
We’d lie together, and sleep forever
In the softness of our sea bed.
It was June.
And I said you could be my Ulysses,
And I your goddess, the lustrous Calypso
Holding you captive in my cave
Away from the world,
Beyond the waves.
Where did you go when you left?
Dear Ulysses, the odyssey ended,
I saw leaving in your eyes,
Tasted it in your kiss,
Salt tears on my lips.
In the mirrors of the future I searched,
But found no trace of you, in those
Mirrorless mirrors of tomorrow.
And now, my pillows are waves, dear Ulysses,
On which I cry. But I will sail you safely back,
To where our love will never age,
Eithne Reynolds © June 2013