8 poems by Yannis S. Anastasopoulos

                        Night

                                  Skies

          mythical, as if fake

                                  hands

          of angels like fire

                                  remember

          far away a sea

                                  waves

          of a deep stare

          awake the spell of an endless eros...

                    City

          I wandered in the night’s eyes

          liquid, deceiving...

          I staggered drunk its narrow streets

          I laughed at its gods...

          I saw us within the darkness

          to let ourselves in our hug

          for the last time

          we knew...

          We shall never be here again...

                            Without answers

          On the edge of the night, together...

          Opposite the lights of the port
          traversing our souls...

          Upon our faces

          a face of affection I saw

          as we stood in the pain

          of night

          without answers

          without words... 

                    One night

          And then that night, centuries ago

          I saw in the bar’s corners the sleepless friends

          alone, strangely calm to form

          with words the void...

          That night, centuries ago

          when our souls were in flames...

                    Nightfall

          As if my stare is sinking

          To the ancient horizon...

          Nightfall...

          I look far away

          at the most pale star

          reflections of the gods

          two fool seagulls dancing

          and if you get burned you live…

                    Small window

          And then I was left here

          lost in the time

          to wonder

          what delusions I was seeked in you

          what delusions I was seeked in me

          I was left with

          a small window to the sky

          and a small window to the abyss...

          Tracks of the Unknown

          It seems strange to me when I touch

          the words that made me tremble

          I don’t remember what brought me here

          so close

          within me, around me

          the truth

          I open...

                    Music

          Violins reaching the absolute dance

          a hand takes me away

          to a fairy tale land

          as when we were children...

          Violins are travelling me and a piano

          outside it rains

          an unknown God...