Crossing the ocean In the arms of Poseidon My heart will reach you. Bleeding with sea-foam, Wrapped in a mermaid's soft hair, Our spirits emerge From the stormy waves Where Aphrodite was born, Pink-glowing, pearl-hung. My tenderness plays The Apollonian lyre With your slender hands. There is no escape From the darkness of Hades To the Olympus. Approaching the light, I succumb, mesmerized by The sound of your voice. "Beloved," you beg: "Turn around!" Eurydice - Forever, farewell!