Under the Sun
There it all lies in a magnificent standstill
So naked in its purity
Helpless in its captivation
The depth of all meanings
Helpless and on its bear feet
Am I what you can't stand perceiving
Am I my statement and my claim upon the Seasons of boarders
There it all stands
Vulnerable, such as the balance between flesh and soul
claiming its vain harmony
There,
in its ultimate light captivation
far from its undeniable temptation
A thin shadow on the fading horizon lines
A thick light in the sea's sublime reflections
So obvious to deny
Such a crack in time to measure
You wished to cry out loud
but you stopped
You wished to broke it all down
but again you just silenced your scream
You wished a full pray
but you abandoned yourself from any god
Quite the contrary
to all great expectation,
again,
same story of an undeniable giving in
same shame of an irresistible getting away with it all
Then I thought to myself
Isn't it really odd
Sometimes I call it Seasons
and some others Islands in the Light
Yet
all the same it remains
in the crack of my Times
Just the fading phenomenon of being quest
It was never the island
It never even was the season
Neither was the color
It all has been a matter of shade!
And
Let It be so
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[c] Evangelia Hatzidaki
Painting: Amorgos [oil & Acrylic on double canvas]
....you think you can see
the greatest bet is that of the eye concept ...
