Capricious
Eyes bright as
capricious sun doting on children
time dodgy
when you try to stop the clock
feelings pass like clouds
while you paint your masterwork
tears hot as unplanned lock of lips
learning its pain
there are dreams in spectrum
of poetic virtues penned
dare your way onto another mountain ledge
coddle another day’s sigh
death is a pale horse
but you canter forward with glaring light
Manolis Aligizakis 