In The Dark Road Poem by George Tzouvaras

In the dark road with the fallen wet leaves
counting my casualties
embraced by sorrow
in love with rain
and a summer sun
I walked my life tonight
There are moons which I never met
and days which never came to light
moments which tonight will shine my life
above in some neon lights.

In the dark road with the fallen wet leaves
calculating over time
between shadows
in apprehensive presence of life
in pale faces and in hard phrases
I spend a bloody vitality.
There are howls which I never howl
and nights where moons tear
moments where dreams die
erase under the fuss
of a city which amuses her Saturday night.

In the dark road with the fallen wet leaves
a dark figure, a beauty and a clown
walk together after rain
trying to discover what you lost
what you find
what you deserve
under a moonlight full of treasure
the treasure of your soul.