© 03-29-2013, G. V., All Rights Reserved
Color of eyes only remote,
your street and number, on blank note,
I hold your love in drops of rain,
that fall like tears - in soul to reign.
Some lines of solitude in verse,
like falling raindrops they disperse;
and with decreasing light tangle;
inside my voice, they dusk-wrangle;
Marginal song on Strymon brinks
next to the Thracian mountain streams,
two Aves become smiling stars,
that blink beyond distance's bars.
Anchorite path the Strymon's flow
the foliage dither, thoughts vow,
The Titans' carved, this mountain ring
worn for one day of skyward Spring.
And each smile flows like rain on blooms
on Thracian road, and Aves' flumes.
the two stars shine on skyward fare,
Celestial eyes that wait and stare.
© G. V. 03-29-2013