Since time immemorial I reckon
I could swear of hearing the nymphs’ songs,
whispering tales of bravery and joy
on this island of sorrow and bliss.
The ecstatic beauty of their dances was always so glamorous
nurturing to the soul one could say,
yet so mysterious to my eyes, which could barely see.
Countless days I pondered over their moves,
their voices ever-so echoing to my head,
and their sights always looking somewhere across.
No mountain could answer my call,
no sea could comfort me with its cloudy foam,
nor could the aether whisper their reason of joy.
Alone I wandered across the land
looking for an Ithaca I did not know nor felt,
all bar a primordial instinct it felt like it was
shouting from the abyss standing in front of me.
My journey ended as soon as I crossed paths with her,
whose turquoise soul was turned to me,
but whose eyes were following the nymphs’.
Embracing that setting sun,
who so passionately kisses Tethys
in that sweet ancestral bay.
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 ©
