Niko Tiliopoulos

In The Silent Side Of Pain - Poem by Niko Tiliopoulos

The reflection of the earth is sleeping,
as my soul becomes sacrifice
in the ceremony of her dreams.

The sun’s smiles
warm my face,
but when I wrote to God about love
he pointed at the wind…

Out there, on the mountains of spring,
I was charmed by a fairy in her dance,
with the wave of her golden hair
caressing her white body.

Silent echoes
in the forests of the anemones
were sending hymns to her beauty.

So I found myself in Flanders,
seeking her drunken breath
in the temples of the repentant.

Diseases of nothing
tied His feet on wood,
but I wasn’t afraid to touch them
inside the tears of my prayer.

I met her in Gelderland,
stabbing happiness
with her guilt.

I kissed her in the canals of Utrecht
and under the bridge too far.

I painted her
inside the nightmare of her escape.

I violated her aura,
to taste the sky,
but she whispered to me hell.

For one tiny moment
I wanted to kill her.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, October 8, 2006

Poem Edited: Thursday, October 14, 2010

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