Lines Of Unconsciousness Poem by George Tzouvaras

Beautiful dreams, building conventions
abstention from your feeling and a music
eyes shining in the night
and a phrase you use always.
Sweet memories torture you
bitter minutes and chillsome breaths
colourful thoughts
in the foggy draft of moment
In the graveyard of souls a bowed angel
waits his death.
In the rainbow of your sorrow
you left a mark of bitter smile;
in the embarrassment of the time
you sigh your look.
Walking in your dreams
finding the ghosts of your mirror
you bend your eyes in lethe.
Every night my shoulders are growing heavier
every night there shall be a scream
quite as the dark that shroud it
inexplicable as your love