Strange Lives
Still rainbow stands in the air this morn;
The distant forest blooms adorn,
Like promised end that merits near,
Surreal nostalgies appear.
So dream and dream wraiths of their stare,
Amid sea waves and black rocks' fare,
Expending were they - strangers born,
On sepia stills and pictures torn.
Up in the clouds, where wounds don't hurt,
Their tears become the rain's first flirt;
And meet with drops, communion wine,
Deep sorrow brusque - strange lives on line.
How beautiful's this flow of streams
When dancers love and send pure dreams
Where silver wraiths of years eighteen
Meet roses blooms homecoming queen.
On iridescent days and glow
Next to the stream where fair dreams flow,
Regales old promise to relive
And twinkling is ther glance of grief.
copyright 2012, G. Venetopoulos all rights reseved
(Iambic tetrameter)
Still rainbow stands in the air this morn;
The distant forest blooms adorn,
Like promised end that merits near,
Surreal nostalgies appear.
So dream and dream wraiths of their stare,
Amid sea waves and black rocks' fare,
Expending were they - strangers born,
On sepia stills and pictures torn.
Up in the clouds, where wounds don't hurt,
Their tears become the rain's first flirt;
And meet with drops, communion wine,
Deep sorrow brusque - strange lives on line.
How beautiful's this flow of streams
When dancers love and send pure dreams
Where silver wraiths of years eighteen
Meet roses blooms homecoming queen.
On iridescent days and glow
Next to the stream where fair dreams flow,
Regales old promise to relive
And twinkling is ther glance of grief.
copyright 2012, G. Venetopoulos all rights reseved
(Iambic tetrameter)
