Hausos

As the dawn sun over waves
crashing upon the shore.
As lovely as a love goddess
ten times more.

She threw me with a kiss.
She struck me with a dart.
Music of the harp
arrows — that do no harm — sting the heart.

I set my heart in a ship of stone.
I enter a deep and dreamless sleep.
And over the floor I creep
twisting and turning and winding and burning.