The enchanted house on Aegina

There is sadness
In the curve of blue
Along side the horizon

Murmuring stones
Of waves
Washing boats ashore

Come along to ride
The ripples of laughter
To the house over there: Aegina

Trees witnessing dogs strolling the ground
A purpose the house has
As if painted by Cezanne.

Summer days filled with discussions
Raising voices to the moon
While raisin pickers cover the table

“How are you?”, resounds her question
Out of the heart longing for times
Truly lived: no doubt about

As to the immortal soul, she knows
No one is a fool and only one knows
When poems come close to nature

All that is to say open ended books belong
To the infinitive equation
Of her asking questions

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HF Athens 22.2.2004

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