Eyebrows
Time stays still on your eyelids
colorless wave lapping on the shore
chirp of the last bird
unfolds musical notes
onto my tympanums
sea waves and windless emotion
when the canvas turns bloody
like the horizon at sundown
crickets start their arias
about lovemaking under
the moon’s promises
the tired sun searches for its bed
and us two in the embrace
of the evening
try to turn our dream
into reality
Manolis Aligizakis 