Unanswered Love
That lonely tree on the mountaintop
is an unanswered love
it grows old
ravaged by the wind and loneliness
it never knows the rustle of the forest
during the night it still insists
to become a wave, a by-chance monogram,
tattoo of the dream, it dives deep
into the end of the horizon
it transforms into a myth
and distances itself flapping its wings
to the voice that calls it
while before the body departs
it writes echoes of vibrations in the air
heavenly contours of reflections
Manolis Aligizakis 