For the Greek's love she gave away her heart Her father, crown and homeland. They stopped to rest on Naxos She woke up alone upon the strand The sails of her lover's ship descending Round the slow curve of the earth. Ariadne Fell into a swoon on the churned sand And dreamed of home. Minos did not forgive her And holding diamonds in the pouches of his eyes Had her flung into the Labyrinth. She was alone this time. Through a wilderness Of blackness wandered Ariadne many days Until she tripped on the memory. It was still wound all through the place. She spun it round her fingers Lifted it from the floor Knotted it into lace Erased it. The lace made a gift for him who had imprisoned her. Blind with tears, he read it with his fingers And opened his arms.