Επιμέλεια: Εύα Πετροπούλου Λιανού
Love
You are sleeping
In the lilly
In a tree that rarely sleeps
In the rhythm of a storm
There is peace
In the elongated rain
That falls
Particles wet upon the joy upon your face
Sleeping daffodils
In the grace of abundance
Water that listens
To your aching face winnowing
In the long wild grass
There is a song
Rushing through the bells of noon
Green orchestras
Of anthems joy
Ringing by the scent
Of you
Spring’s open musk from your hair in the tangled bracken
In the shape of you, torn from light’s
Abandonment
In my hands
I hold the storm
Of you
© Apr 15th
2023
