Color of eyes
Color of eyes, only remote,
your street and number, on blank note,
I hold your love - two drops of rain,
that fell like tears - but arcane.
Two lines of solitude in verse,
two falling raindrops, so disperse;
with the decreasing light tangle;
inside my voice, silently wrangle;
Marginal song on Strymon brinks
next to the Thracian mountain streams,
the Aves become two smiling stars,
that blink beyond our distant bars.
Anchorite path the Strymon's flow
the foliage dither, thoughts shall row,
The rains carved, this mountain ring
worn for one day of skyward Spring.
And each smile flows like rain on blooms
on Thracian road, and Aves' flumes.
the two stars shine on skyward fare,
Celestial eyes that wait and stare.
© 2013/03/29 G.Venetopoulos - All rights reserved
Color of eyes, only remote,
your street and number, on blank note,
I hold your love - two drops of rain,
that fell like tears - but arcane.
Two lines of solitude in verse,
two falling raindrops, so disperse;
with the decreasing light tangle;
inside my voice, silently wrangle;
Marginal song on Strymon brinks
next to the Thracian mountain streams,
the Aves become two smiling stars,
that blink beyond our distant bars.
Anchorite path the Strymon's flow
the foliage dither, thoughts shall row,
The rains carved, this mountain ring
worn for one day of skyward Spring.
And each smile flows like rain on blooms
on Thracian road, and Aves' flumes.
the two stars shine on skyward fare,
Celestial eyes that wait and stare.
© 2013/03/29 G.Venetopoulos - All rights reserved
