Niko Tiliopoulos Poems

When death dies
from the Medusa’s arrows:
...

It’s not the wind that makes me dizzy,
it is not life.
...

The dolphin looked like gold
as she was dancing
...

I could walk but I couldn’t see
all those people running to be free.
...

All along the watchtower
I am boxing with a flower
...

I am lonely, feeling down.
I am buried underground.
...

Gazing with my eyes
I see the sun sailing away.
...

Missing the laughter,
the innocence of tease,
ghost-gnawed, shadow-drowned.
...

It is September,
but under the whispering light
of the Southern Cross
the Spring is weaving its birth.
...

Spring,
daughter of beauty
...