
AntiopeanAntiopean
in these hours waiting to be dawn
my indigo mind travels
through misfit dreams
when the wind hung low
on warriors' brow
roaming on the edge of reason:
hunting a waning faith
my soul bleeds yearning
as I wait for wings of foam
to carry me high above cerulean tides
where bone-dry, wanton eyes
meet liquid destinies
to joust like banished wraiths
claiming the same horizon
in these hours waiting to be dawn
my quivering fingers trace
the outline of the moon
as she ebbs, chased
a wounded amazon
fallen from might to shadow
missing her bow and arrow
- Sophi
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Kalh(terh) Xronia psuxh mou.
Many thanks to you
I hope 2013 will be a wonderful year for you.