Έπεα Πτερόεντα – XVIII
Όταν ο Dr.Kameleon έγραφε, η μέρα ήτο 25/8/2010 και η ώρα 04:55
The Sea
As the restless waves kept fondling the shore,
their screaming resonance reminded him of forsaken voyages
and filled his heart with the unwelcome feeling of loss -
and then, just traces of memories, and feelings, and dreams…
Passengers on the same ship,
packed in together like sheep,
having a coffee, taking a sip
of the same ocean underneath.
It’s a long journey till home, you’ll have to wait.
I know, it’s not easy to stay awake.
I know, your eyelids are heavy.
I know, it’s She,
devoured by that sea,
a sleeping beauty
in the middle of an ashtray,
surrounded by sea-
gulls.
You open your eyes. It’s dark already.
Another endless night sitting on a floating sofa.
Turbulent thoughts, liquid memories, certain uncertainties -
and wet doubts.
It’s a long journey till home, you’ll have to wait.
You know, your self is your sole companion.
You know, the universe is aching. But -
You know, it’s She,
waiting,
at some distant
salty quay,
hoping to see
You.
( – or maybe not)
Passengers on the same ship,
why does my heart hurt so deep?
Grinding my teeth, in a vast fleet, and no sleep,
scratching my forehead with frozen feet.
He looked at his watch. It was late. By then, he knew :
it was neither the journey, nor the port -
but that recyclable promise which impelled him every single time –
vague, questionable and so longed-for.
And a dim voice replied : “don’t you see?”
It was just the Sea…
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