A deserted shore in gold
travels in the expanse of the brain,
but I don’t know whether in time it was real
or a refuge of the inner need.
It was not for the joys and the games
of a carefree life,
but for that spaciousness
of my soul, which sought
that place where its graces will see
as the mirroring of the homeland
made up of freedom and light,
worthy of the love which blew it a breath
in order for the spirit not to feel exiled.
Boundless golden grains of the earth
spread on the sea’s shore,
a sea itself born of the sun,
but wrapped in the sound of its silence
wishing to hear
the call of the other sea,
which next to it rages merrily
and tells stories of those hidden worlds,
which the sand does not know,
and, ecstatic, sees them unfolding
in the wings of the imagination.
But nor is this about the seagulls,
whom it knows so well,
nor about the great waves,
which, free of care, foam before it,
nor about the cool which they bring
like a gift of that friendship
which has been forged
between the sea of the land and of the water
from the ancient years,
so ancient that no man
shall remember them.
It is about the mermaids
in the mythical palaces of the sea
with the tail of a fish and the body of a human,
but these do not approach the grace of the sand,
in the depths of the sea they have lived since long ago
and their magic they keep well hidden.
And the shore greatly wished it-
to see such figures of fable upon itself,
what was visible was not enough to give an aim to life.
The sea tried hard to play joyfully on the sand
with waves, with foam and roaring,
but the shore remained sad all the time.
The blue waters tired of playing constantly
and became so calm
that you could hardly tell apart
the land and the water
which silence joined them in their meaning.
‘Eternal companion’, murmured the wave
‘I may play easily,
but my aim is unknown to me
and that greatly torments me –
and when the remembrance of this wakes me at night,
I begin my games
and torment others.’
And both remained calm
in the certainty of feeling, that strange one
to find that invisible answer
for life to be meaningful.
And one sun-drenched day,
a beautiful woman enveloped in veils,
modestly sat down on the edge of the sand.
Tearful she held a handful of sand
and looks in ecstasy at the blue sea.
‘How beautiful it is here!
The golden sand brings a message of peace,
from other, distant, worlds, invisible to the eye,
and the blue sea so much joy, so much life
that has healed the sadness of my heart.’
At the edge of the shore she walked alone on tiptoe
until at last she disappeared as if into the depths of a dream.
Only one veil remained spread on the sand.
And the two seas were perturbed
in the depths of their heart.
The sand believed that she was a mermaid
but the sea countered that she was simply a human
who heard the lament of their heart.
And ever since, on a branch left in the sand,
the veil flutters in beauty
like a banner of an inmost freedom
on the thread of the aim that the beings have engraved
in the sea of life so as not to miss the road.
(Photograph by Yiannis Zisis)