Like crossing a broken bridge
standing at the world's last ridge
where the snow never fails to fall
and the crows bowed to your final role
the draw of an unfinished flower
like a lonely soul
a falling stars shower
and I a loveless dream
at nights I woefully howl
- a cat always chase a tasty cream -
You
segments of a bloody past
running away - not to fast
always a reminder of an endless lust
a hurried wind is the life
but we are its deadly knife
yet I can not deny
that when I look at the sky
- a dog chases his tail
alas he never fails -
I long to touch that draw
while I lay down on summer's straw
Maria Rodopoulou
