Ariadne sleeps

Ariadne sleeps on the island of Naxos

In the house without curtains
His fingers caught slightly in the window
As he says goodbye
A fearful cat sits on the chair
In the windows float the eyes of dead butterflies
Yellow eyes

In a chair sits Ariadne

Asleep

Her eyes open slightly once in her dreams
To let the tears out

Just one tear
For each man

Her ball of thread wrapped around each chair leg
Tying her to the kitchen

Her eyes sparkling
in the dim light

That at midnight are tossed into the night sky
A constellation of loss hope dreams