Fecundity of Eros
To see life the way others see it
to believe that dust is always dust
not legions of meanings
dust filled with rustling and directions
the messenger, not the message
we arrived at the wrong shores
crossing an incomplete destiny
and poetry is the reflection
of the missing mass of dreams
fata morgana, erotic signal
up high, the invisible
makes the flower tremble
puts the chord on fire
of the eternal world that struggles
not knowing where to turn.
The endless unanswered letters
the path between the heart and light
hands around the end of sorrow
floating diaphaneity that suddenly vanishes
to reappear with
whatever ever holy
or sinful existed
a passing moment
sanctified passage
erases the people’s footprints
on the wind-battered earth.
As if it was the first day of Justice.
Manolis Aligizakis 