Clouds In The Mirror Poem by alexandros filippakis

BEFORE
When I got tired of Winning and Losing
And I saw my life as an empty beach
On a suddenly arrived and rainy winter
Exhausted I bowed my head and sat calm
For a long long time I stayed there still
Staring into my mirror all night and day
Trying to recognize the stranger in there
THEN
Whispers came telling me I shall not rest
For there are still many plans to be done
And I will have to do them all by myself
Unsuccessful effort it would have been!
I have no strength and I am so very weak
Like all the people I know and even more
First I cry, then I think and then I forget
AFTER
Like quiet breaths from two divine nostrils
Days started waving outside my window
I began to believe that all of my moments
Were nothing but pieces of broken eternity.
Happiness, sorrow, my days and my nights
Were lights from the stars, clouds in a mirror.
And sleeping on that I felt happy and great
NOW
The morning after I awoke-a tiny little boy
Who started all over making the same thing
Had tired me before: that Winning and Losing.