- Archangel Poem by Georgios Venetopoulos

I sensed the dance of clouds and windy drawls,
the moving marionettes of moonlight,
ideally it cleared the shades of souls
to intersect our solitude, forthright.

The dusk descended when 'Archangel' crossed
the sight of island men, a gliding wraith
and huge the blackened ship's displacement boss'd
the mariners' astounded stares and faith.

Monotonous the bagpipes led to trance,
- autonomous the ship's insistent horn,
invited us to a besotting dance
the ship regaled; unearthly song and mourn.

we danced outside the solitude and made
the winter crossing rules - the tears
the streaming kissing tunes the sea has raised
outside our goals and fears.

We danced inside the rain while ghostly pipes
entwined with the sea's baptismal notes,
- betrothal waved the blue and white flag stripes,
- like coffins raised around the wooden boats.

Embarked, we, upon the ship, erelong,
to sail infinity in ocean brines,
although the Sirens with their cradlesong,
the Hades treated us, communion wines.