- Strange Lives Poem by Georgios Venetopoulos

Strange Lives


Still rainbow stands in the air this morn;

The distant forest blooms adorn,

Like promised end that merits near,

Surreal nostalgies appear.


So dream and dream wraiths of their stare,

Amid sea waves and black rocks' fare,

Expending were they - strangers born,

On sepia stills and pictures torn.


Up in the clouds, where wounds don't hurt,

Their tears become the rain's first flirt;

And meet with drops, communion wine,

Deep sorrow is - strange lives .


How beautiful's this flow of streams

When dancers love and send pure dreams

Where silver wraiths of years eighteen

Meet roses bloom - homecoming queen.


On iridescent days and glow

Next to the stream where fair dreams flow,

Regales old promise to relive

And twinkling is her glance of grief.