New Day
A long time has passed and
no one asked me
why the paths of loneliness lead everywhere
when the dreams gain weight and becomes
descending mass of neutrinos
we are absent and grope on the presence
to change into something deep
and unapproachable like the light
in the flash of a lightning bolt
everything will take place
a finger will turn the page
behind many coiled realities
hides the invisible history of the constant end
rivers that flow into other rivers
oceans, stoas of other oceans
primeval souls climb from pages of books
flashing onto the blossom of meanings
the vibrating manifestation of the past
and the insinuation of the present perhaps are
the future’s interchanging plan
so, we can reach here
oaring in a bubble
many
inexperienced
listening to silence.
Manolis Aligizakis 