ODES TO P.B. (Ωδές εις Π.Β.)

ODES TO P.B.

I.

On walking in that door of reaching out,

I found myself surrounded

by the ocean in your eyes;

I knew You were Me,

you knew Ι was You

in this mysterious way that the heart knows

when to beat and when to stop,

in this delirious way a lover holds his love

with tremor and with ecstasy unsurpassed.

I stared. You stared inside me.

I dared. You dared beside me.

I stand enraptured we both did.

ΙΙ.

There are pigeons.

Even now they deliver

A missing sibling's message

A faithful friend's heartache

An anxious lover's burning tears

on a tiny roll around their leg.

You entrust them with your love,

they trust their mighty wings

endowed to them by Cupid's playful moods

And they deliver

What may cure your melancholy

What will restore your humanity

What must console your loneliness

in this tiny space we call Life.

ΙΙΙ – Lament.

Alone I travel in space

Alone I return

Alone I look in this mirror

Alone is the man in it, too.

Alone grows every tree on my skull

Alone blooms every flower on my skin

Alone falls every leaf of my time

Alone at day, alone at night,

At noon, at midnight, at dawn

Alone I turn into me

Alone I turn into the monster I am.

Dare I Together?

Dare you?

N.S.

04.2001