Maria Vavoulas Impassable Dreams
As it turns into day,
the dawn is looking straight into the eye
of impassable dreams
that are embraced by the night.
Every time the parting speaks,
the mind fuels godly, hunting,
northerly winds
to keep the kiss afar.
My thought built a nest
in Zeus' retreat
to enjoy the darkness,
to shine with the stars.
Your breath is, it seems, like
south wind - but a warlike one
and it reveals the moment
when God gives birth to earth.
The moment when you will be denying me
do me the favour and don't ask
whether i want to come where you're going,
where you love no more.
