Poetry for love and death.
In my times of sorrow, I do not waiver
nor do I back down against the tidal waves
rushing towards me at a relentless pace.
Merely I lay silent,
my ears wide open
and my eyes shut close,
so that I may catch a snippet of a muse’s words
or a glimpse of her fine silhouette
gracefully dancing amidst the pine trees of old.
Rejoice
I shout joyfully,
for life is as short as the dance of the Oceanids.
Though how can one dance on the foamy waves
of that cyan-wonderous sea,
splashing to the rocks that mermaids busk for eons.
I truly wonder.
Only the nymphs and the fairies can dance
I daresay.
To the rhythms of a playful God’s lyre.
Though, still, I rejoice.
Knowing that mortals are the ones singing,
primordial melodies of love and death.
This poem is part of a poetry collection of my own creation. For any reuse, please feel free to contact me. Nisolomou (Stelios Nikolaou) 2024 ©