Riddle
We have nothing left
only the passion of Eros
and vague names incised
on our sculptured gravestones
a lone ray over the futile void
that shines on your breast
momentary lightning
that attracts my glance
and you asked
is there any meaning to all this
as we grope in darkness
to discover it or is the loneliness
of our bodies our only refuge?
Manolis Aligizakis 