- Blue Window Poem by Georgios Venetopoulos

The night encompassed his face and voice,

outside the blue window, alone he stood,

his thought returned to a doubtful choice

unfinished structure made from balsa wood.


The flying daughters of the night, wind-wrought,

escorted shades of dark and raindrops shed,

she fled, a monochrome contrast he sought;

in air her photograph reflects, misled.


The nighttime beckoned on its steady hold;

In that same sight, he touched her face and braved,

the longitudes besought, belied and called,

contrasting him outside his dream and grave.


In mid-air wafting a newspaper folds

dispatched strayng, renders his advance,

its insignificance and whirling molds,

before the sill amends his nightly dance.