Call Me My Love Poem by Georgios Venetopoulos

I call your name amid the deck cold winds,
I hear your voice up in the clouds to delve,
'hold me my love as tidal waves engulf,
as soon as dusk descends on ripened fields.'

On our conceived homeland a coldness casts,
the shapes of time laugh near the lightless hearth,
much of a void projects above my berth,
your blue eyes' stare at my departing masts.

A faint voice calls during my watch on bridge,
alludes melodious words to ravel,
'call me my love out of my sad garden,
when the sun sets, behind a distant ridge.'

'Call me when seaward streams oppose your routes,
with sacred love and bonds I shall regale,
along the winds my words reach the gunwale,
transform my verses to fine notes of flutes.'