'Across The Ocean' Poem by Stanley Joseph Vinet Jr. Vinet

From the warm dark I was thrown
into a world so cold and unknown.
A child herself, she had no right
She gave me breath, but offered no life.

Her words were sweet as honey,
her lessons were sharp as knives.
I grew on her words of honey,
and learnt her hard lessons of life.
'Keep your honey pure,
Keep your nectar sweet,
Keep your white steed pristine
Keep your sword clean.'

For one day you will meet her.

I stood watch on the shore,
my honey pure, my nectar sweet,
my treasure hidden deep.
For one day
I would climb the balcony,
I would slay the dragon,
I would find the glass slipper.

Somewhere a lithe angel did fly,
who spoke a foreign tongue
A gypsy with alabaster eyes.
Hair like the autumns Sun
Soft as a petals bloom
Strong as the pull of the moon

The days grew many; the nights cold.
Soon a false prophetess arose,
A hunger in her eyes and bosom so warm,
she stole your sacred gift with guile and charm.
She tainted your honey
She spoiled your nectar
She tarnished your steed
She dulled your sword

She tossed me aside, a 1000 miles I did run,
to the desert to hide, to the people of the sun.