Meadows in the high

 

I yearn for the meadows in the high
    to soar free upon the sky
          to travel to the end of the world
                  sending my love with one word
to escape the cold and unkind road
           to see the wonders into my hand unfold

I long to wither like a past season flower under the sun
   what is the point trying to avoid the wheels of time
          only to be crushed by them like an untalented mime?
I wish to die like a brave with no regrets man

I want to cry near a river full of crane birds
        and then fly beyond the city skirts
I don’t care about God
            he says only “but…”
  I don’t believe in prayers
      only in life’s many layers

and tonight I will get drunk
                   just to relieve my doggies' gnarl
        after midnight I will lay a little status
                      under the ground
              they left it outside lifeless and bound

Its coldness made my heart bleed
              and its embrace took me to its eternal dream

I yearn for the meadows in the high
   where no one has to die…


Maria Rodopoulou