Wine in Communion Cup

Written by: valeria iliadou

I always thought I could change
The line in my course's reach,
But whispers still floating on nights
I've learned how to recognise
The limits
And to keep my lips sealed
With stamps cerous,
When Silence wishes to comfront
The echo of my screams.
Yet, I never knew how
To stay still above the sky's empire,
Or how to tune up the rythm of a night.
In dreams I hide,
Refuges wet are my illusions,
As I follow the stars for a destination determined.
My spirit climbs,
As the wine I never taste
To remind me the impossible that mocks
And fools the human imperfection.