In The Silent Side Of Pain Poem by Niko Tiliopoulos

The reflection of the earth is sleeping,
as my soul becomes sacrifice
in the ceremony of her dreams.

The sun’s smiles
warm my face,
but when I wrote to God about love
he pointed at the wind…

Out there, on the mountains of spring,
I was charmed by a fairy in her dance,
with the wave of her golden hair
caressing her white body.

Silent echoes
in the forests of the anemones
were sending hymns to her beauty.

So I found myself in Flanders,
seeking her drunken breath
in the temples of the repentant.

Diseases of nothing
tied His feet on wood,
but I wasn’t afraid to touch them
inside the tears of my prayer.

I met her in Gelderland,
stabbing happiness
with her guilt.

I kissed her in the canals of Utrecht
and under the bridge too far.

I painted her
inside the nightmare of her escape.

I violated her aura,
to taste the sky,
but she whispered to me hell.

For one tiny moment
I wanted to kill her.