OCEAN VOYAGERS | TAKIS PIERRAKOS

No longer do we behold granites
In shades of azure,
Νor the fleeting contours of the shore.
The beacons’ flashes offer us no warmth,
Νor does a friendly hand
-Τhe thought of our kin-
Caress our backs.
The port of departure
Has become a faded poster within us..
How shall we imagine the new?
The escorting albatross
Has ceased to trace protective circles around us;
He was ensnared
In the uncritical reckoning of the times.
Who shall now war against the wind
That sweeps our voices
To the very fringes of the planet,
Transmuting them into stammers?

By Takis Pierrakos (all rights reserved)