Psyche

There's a fascination in her,
that makes him forget to pull his breath back.
He's been watching her his whole life,
and she will soon realize he's always been there
for her eyes.

And when they walk the hardest mile,
the idols bow until they break.
Icons fall off afrom their wake,
as he and Psyche tread the isle.

She shoots up over the clouds,
and when she's just about to burst into: ”Beautiful!”
then her focus glides to the shade,
that has been formed (and still is forming)
beyond her view.

And then she flees afrom the scene.
All felt and thought erodes that light scent.
It is a flight so turbulent,
but all she wants still stands, serene.

”My shadow is of foreign sort
that one can only see if bent
and mirrored in its surface.”, meant:
she hides her hopes for Cupids court.