Beach Poem by Fotios Panos

Hidden is the pebble, hidden is the immortality of Phoenix
and the day is sunny, detached from the narthex of silence.
This beach is asymmetric with shells tied
to the bottom of the sea, with beautiful curves,
that every kingdom would envy
that every night would like to learn the secrets.
No birds fly and you do not turn in
the calm sea because you have embraced
the winter's coat and pleasure has conquered you.
The net has no color, surrendered in hopes,
nonexistent boats but the air is sweet and shares kisses.
Untouched the footprints, untouched the mugs of coffee
that tend to emigrate
in the breath of the sky that darkness.
The stones are still, timeless, wounded by the wind of the north
and the magical marks breathing slowly,
when the carnival celebrates.
The absence of your Angel forgot the number of the stars
and you returned in to the light
that doesn't smell travel,
there is no imagination.
All this travel it's a wave and I'll listen to the body that is tortured
on a mast and waits for the sunset.