New World
Here I enter the world
of an immortal as the trees
on the other side of the river
meditate their good fortune
slight shiver through my spine
as your wonders smile and
the chair you once sat laments
as the ruffle of the air
sings of your Death to the
lonely hawks and to the pious
peasants. You put your hand
on the anvil once again and
a sweet babble overtakes
my heart water in the river
sighs as the realm of
spirit opens like a rose and
rudimentary sound of order
hovers in a young, blue
universe which you create
with your ambitious brush.
In the realm of nascent pathos
where does the line mark
my flesh or your flesh Great Father?
Your celestial new world appears as
a humble resonance echoing
to the ends of space and
in the tympanums of my dreams
the night weeps in fairy tales
of the laughing children and
it all makes sense now, yes,
in the eyes of your Cretan sun
there is no ephemeral light
just immortality and your hand
as in a miracle guides your
brush to unfold reality like
the joyous heart of a child
it all makes sense now
deathlessness, chromatism
splendorous fusion of ethereal
with the invincible earthly
Manolis 