Spiros Kitsinelis

Mermaid Cry

I hear the voices of mermaids at the sea
crying for the loss of love and life,
dreaming of a land where they'll be free.

Their only partner is the wreckage
of the sailors' lust and fears,
forever locked in the horizon's touch.

With dimming lights ornamenting the passing hope
and forming eyes on dormant rocks,
when night has fallen and work can stop.

This darkness merges in an eternal play
the starless heavens with Neptune's world,
while demons surface until the light of day.

This cry I am hearing comes from within
for there's no creature that could exist,
without reflecting man's soul or sin.

1 comment:

vorias said...

When it fills the moon

When it fills the moon
it finds street and slips in the ground.

In the Midnight have a bath in the river,
it is poured and swims in the sea,
it rolls with the teardrop in the cheeks of the girls.

In your house
you throw water in the steps
go up the moon as the outdoor.

Yesterday the evening took me with it
in the tops of rocks, in Meteora,
see from tally Kalampaka.

Thodoris Vorias

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