W I N T E Rfor my wifeWhiteness everywhere,Nature like an unwritten page.You strike me,With cold snowballs, with a burning heart.Letters of inspiration,Fall upon our hair, cheeks and eyes,We become snow-covered,We both become noble elders.Old ageYou felt it knock at the gateAnd the world - a feeling crumbled beneath your feet.You covered me in kisses,Do you remember that winter in Melis?You were frightened of old age,For a single dayYou sought to drink all the nectar of loveGreece... April 2010SEARCHING...!the exile's songThe moon followed me through the branches,Losing and revealing that faceOf hers, all gilded,Sometimes an orange, sometimes a forbidden apple.She accompanied meThe forgotten wanderer.On the road of life,Suffering and hope tangled together.The years flowed like a forgotten stream.A fruit, a plant, a seed,I filled my pouch of joy.I found something, I gathered something,But I forever forgot the way back.BETWEEN TWO FRONTSAbove smooth knees full of beauty and health,My daughter radiates in a beautiful silver skirt.My wife speaks bitterly, “Will you drive us out of our minds!?”Over her wondrous chest the girl wears a tulle curtain,My wife speaks in revolt, demanding a quilt for the tulle.The girl stays silent for she has no power, but gets angry – oh father!When dad was young he didn't see the beautiful moon,Nor the waves of the dress when the breeze pushes them with its wings.Between two fronts face-to-face stand two raised armies,I don't know whose turn it is though I sit between two mountains.The beautiful moon through the leaves dissolves her beautiful eyeYouth hidden below awaits her beauty.I stand between two fires and cast my gaze outside,I sit silently by the niche, but silence too often speaks.My daughter comes and kisses my cheek, gliding down the stairs like a dream!
PILO ZYBA
