The Engraver Poem by George Tzouvaras

Writing covertly
Through spineless sunshine
That unusually today warm my hands
Admitting my sins
and trying to live from the start

I spoke with strange people
in some basements only filled with desires
I touched upon angelic shapes
in the moments where logic dies
i knew their truths In empty bottles of alcohol
and got in their broken brains
Beautiful words I engraved
in chill some white tombstones

In the streets I found my image
Floating -tragically alone-
In a beautifully made fairy tale
Just for winners

I believed in the theories of lunatics
I knew the resistance of my limits
I founded my truths
and moved on in my dark corridors

I illuminated their souls with a glance of mine
I grew cold in their frozen hang outs
and defaced my breath with theirs
without hope for a deliverance

Now I will move on in the point with no return
alone and heroic
I will choose my fall
and will fly in its bottomless depths

They will know my truths
They will learn how to write their name
in the white symphonies of my dreams
they’ll get warm from my vernal midday

At some time when all will finish
Buried under the luminous stars of sky
in the serene of the endless galaxy
now as a stellar dust, I will search in becoming once again................
desperately human.