The Path Poem by Niko Tiliopoulos

The path
of the locust’s afternoon,
baptised in the sun’s sweat,
was lost in its thirst for shadow.

Light is born from the sky’s joy
but in the darkness knowledge rots
by the plague we offered her
to forget us.

We became insane by the beauty of our new outfits,
the ones we were making since we were born
from the silk of our glands

“Beautiful outfit,
unique outfit,
please, cover our ugliness”

In the night we swear curses
for our nakedness,
as we strip it more
to make our outfits wealthier.

“Weave a song for Happiness and tell me
how long can it survive in my heart?
I just met her yesterday and she is already old.”

“Why are you dying Happiness
inside my heart’s arrhythmia? ”

Such a shame!


Part II

But suddenly one day,
at the wakening of the sun,
the path cracked
and in front of me there was you.

Ethereal, vague;
A grain of dreams
in my eyes’ mist,
constantly growing,
as you were approaching,
barefoot,
on stones wet from sorrow.

And space collapsed inside its cries.

And chaos came…

And my voice became a thunder.
And my thoughts butterflies.

I’m afraid to get close to you,
I’m afraid to look at you,
I’m afraid to touch you…

Don’t let me love you…

In silence lies death
but it's birth that delivers the pain.