the mate

Kyriakos D. Papadopoulos

Tonight I will hang my dream on blue sky

using as a hook your eyelash, and with your look
I will sight the bloody nightfall, the wounds you gave to me.
Thousands voices in the brain are cursing the murderers
and these pass in the history, engraved on the marble,
with a delirious echo the clowns applaud my aching void.
And when the schoolteachers will read funerals,
and when the nobles will howl code words full of hatred
then the Parthenon will maunder a failed fairy tale.
I still remember. The time that the world was in your eyes,
a seducer night was your shade, light from other times were you.
How my life became hell, how you became now a foreigner
how the books that you read they change titles,
how is possible the Pigeon to change mate?
At dawn, the nature forgot the yesterday's heat.
Silent, alone, my soul forgot to wake up
and came the darkness, the night and the eternal sleep,
without morning and nightfall, without truth, without lie.
In your glance there are no dreams anymore
neither fairy tales in the sky.