Blue Light Poem by George Tzouvaras

Its invisible. Its almost unshaped.
Its our craziest dream
behind some dirty streets of this city
it’s a hot coffee in the ice morning
into a bistrot for some guys who cant sleep.

There is a blue light melody……

Doesn’t have any sound. No one till now compose it.
Smiles at the faces of dourly passers by
and in the cars which run fast
in the nightly highway under yellow lights
just for catching up their desperate tries
for an illusion of life.

There is a blue background……….

In the souls of residents of this strange land
the land of the shadows
Cracks getting bigger and bigger
in the passage of time
and chasm opens its voracious mouth
to swallow cast-off vitalities in the trash
of an unspeakable and vapidly formalism.

There is a blue love……

Flickers in the walls of the houses
and tears in the waters of the lake
which you used to play as a child.

There are some blue words…..

They don’t make any sense, yet are secrets
passwords to open the door of your life
in the untouched dream of your hope.


There is some blue dawn……

Has no season, yet birds singing
and nature wakes up sweetly and slowly
from its nightly lethargy
rising with her forgotten desires
in the dark side of your heart.


There are some blue moments….

Which each one of us try to breath
a little more unusual than every day
a little more clear and more freely.


There are some blue people

Which bleed every time that watch life
rolling down with bend head, full of despair
in the river of lost innocence,
following the silent pomp of countless deaths.

There is a blue light in my room…….

It’s a gift of love. It’s a gift so I can have some light
in my life, so I can got an illusion of life.


There is a blue light in my soul….

You are the only one to see it. You are the only one to cry upon it.
Don’t be afraid, your tears wont faint it.
They resurrecting it regardless of opposites opinions……