The princess, the writer and the poet.
Flashes are the moments that move before our eyes
in this endless battle with pain and strife,
where we claim eternal bliss;
sweet as a summer night.
How right you are Mathilde,
daughter of Jean.
Yet, how wrong.
At nights I weep for those I lost,
and in agony I dread the things that come.
Though quitting life,
I never did and never shall –
For its’ thoughtful touch never seizes to comfort me –
Regardless of scorching days and blistering nights.
Love I shall,
and believe I will,
in peace and kindness as I had been shown,
and thus, I prosper.
In delight I embrace all the hardships I find
and with a laughter I erase the strife that escaped my lips,
while eternal bliss awaits at the end of each day,
as Cicero foretold.
In me I find tranquility;
Purpose, I find in living.
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 ©
