Wintertime Echoes...... Poem by George Tzouvaras

I.

Let us forgotten in melodies of wild winds
there were the purple of sea
meets grey of the sky.
Our dankly eyes full of crazy hopes
caress somewhere, somehow, the limits of empty spaces

II.

They were got dressed expectations with the sounds of winter
in the evening lights of the streets
they rolled their desires,
for a search without a start and an end,
with the monotonous sound of rain
hard hurting their hearing.

With eyes that shine from agony
vicious visions wake up in the frozen night
searching to find what they never knew,
lose their senses in the unconscious of their desires
fighting with ghosts of a forgotten past.



III.

In naked branches of trees in a big avenue
In the parks that melancholically stand in your passage
in the statues which grace their souls
and in the mows of a frozen world
wintertime echoes sounds like blessing.….