when the aegean sky bends its horizon to touch your hills and your mountain tops
no shine breathing life into your crevices expecting the low light surrogate
of your phospherized rainbows retired masterpieces of the opaque sand
words unfinished manuscripts ever -widening circles of melancholy to arrive.
progenitors of my metric life
touchstones without climax
a lavish heart raided by the wind
confiscated by your el greco beauty
constructions of light lyrical tones
recreating lucid pipe dreams
streaking away to the unknown journeys
rendering glowing sea waves with aqua purity
rasping sexographs of existentialistic resonances of self
and now the first shadows died
your sensuality an opening,a promise,a moira
a stone a cross of love
woman,sea,fire, all payments of heart with blood
and night and rain yet to come