The rain of winter days, repeats their words,
the messages of dusk and truths perceives,
her passing wraith the seaman's heart aggrieves,
- unspoken words percuss on festal chords.
Once at nocturnal hours the shadows link,
- that lonely woman's never sung, night song,
red wine - divine, her splendor flies fore dawn,
while eminent his sails, egress to sink.
Sea waves convey to ports two dancing forms
where tears and laughs subside, when dark distils,
with soul that gallivants, love wounds she heals,
rain priestess saves her lonesomeness in storms.
With colored rainbows flies to highs and bold,
sun's crimson spills what shoreline mists enfold.
© 02-17-2013, G.Venetopoulos