The beginning and the end

Kyriakos D. Papadopoulos On the beginning was darkness, later on a luminous line, a falling star in the abyss of the mind, spark in the pupil, flutter of heart as a pixie, that was beguiled from your call, it threw roses under the sunset. Became light, and I became a sprightly star in your palm. It passed later a capricious rain, a golden spinner thats say, it escaped somewhere from your hair, it danced and then beguiled, and my soul from happiness cried, and later I fell asleep as a corner boy in your apron. The wind came cuddled with the autumn, with an aroma of peach and apple in its breath. A girl came, green, barefooted and carefree, co etable and stark!naked like the sea. I stole roses for you, I melt the snow with my lo e, I embellished the untamed, wild hours. Anthems made my mind with the nightingales, and the nights fell sweet, sweet and holy. The death came one chillsome day. I shouted" The darkness fell again on the earth, the nature groaned, the girl looked at elsewhere, she didnt see me, she didnt cry. At the end the darkness gain mastery o er me, and that sprightly, that poor star, shine it ceased, it doesnt play any more in your hand.