Blue Fenêtre (Old) Poem by Georgios Venetopoulos

The night encompassed his face and voice,
outside the blue fenêtre, alone he stood,
his thought succumbed to a doubtful choice
unfinished structure made from balsa wood.

The flying daughters of the night, wind-wrought,
escorted shades of blue and raindrops shed,
she fled, a monochrome contrast he sought;
in air her photograph averts, misled.

The nighttime beckoned on its steady mold;
In that same sight he touched her face and braved,
the longitudes besought, belied and called,
contrasting him outside his dream and grave.

In air, suspended, a newspaper folds
dispatched waving renders his advance,
its insignificance his spirit holds
before the sill she mends his nightly dance.