'And When...' Poem by Antonis J. Kazantzoglou

And when all ends
in the shadow of a myrtle tree
bitter shall be the fall
do not grieve, just pray.

Your breath spread on my body
as Spring on the camomiles
but the hour came for the wind
to transform our secrets to music.

And above the waves
the way of farewell
black soul, a yellow plain
the sun went out.

And when we grew drunk from the sun
we received the holy host beneath his rays
and the lilies fell in silence final
in pastures green and when...
... you came again, `light brilliant
powerful hope of life
you passed by
slant glance.

Lost for always winged angel
sibling of the fallen hosts
daughter of Michael Angelo living
like a vision in a mourning temple. And when...