The smiles of life had died,
in the white hair stood the meanings,
but without the earlier brilliance
which blinded the eye
and built towers of errors and falsehood.
Loneliness had swept away the cunning shadows,
because truth is painful,
which is why it has no towers to enter,
only distress filled in its passage
the happy places.
But where is the beauty of truth,
for whose sake so many souls have sung
of other distant worlds
which would come to dissolve the darkness
in an outburst of joy?
But this beauty did not wish
to dress up in the gaudy garments,
in the glory of simplicity it dwelt,
where great words were unneeded
and there remained only the souls with their meanings
to roam the worlds calmly,
in forms whose grace travelled
in the eyes of the beings.
What is this small heap
which lies there in front of the door
of the lonely old house,
which has housed so many generations of men
and now has remained alone with the shadows?
The aged head bent down to see,
but hope was extinguished long before,
that something new was to come
to dispel grief.
A small dog, nameless in the world,
which the human eye wanted to pass by
like a burden not worth lifting
in a life where expectations were betrayed.
But some secret glimmer flickered in the gaze
which looked at the man with guileless hope
for a loving kindness elusive in the light
which would melt away the loneliness
in the thrills of games.
Here is companionship in its strange journey
on the roads on which it has itself chosen to come,
far from the towers of vanity
which the mind built long ago,
and it awaits the lightning of hidden beauty
to stretch out the hand in brotherhood.
The worlds met and loneliness was defeated.
In the artless look joyful secrets are concealed
and the shadows are lost in the caresses of loving care.
The relations of humans have faded,
the shells of habit have broken
beyond the partitions of the mind
which tormented the companionableness of the heart
which sought for rest
from the storm of negation which swept
the society of men with the names.
Everything differed and the relationship seemed out of reach,
but that gaze was in common,
of the soul which looked upon the world
as an expectation of joy redeeming
from those dark dreams
which slaughter the inner meaning
and leave the bodies empty.
to joy hiding
in the guileless look,
tearing the gloomy shadows of life apart
and making new affectionate worlds,
where the frontiers are broken down
and the lies of happiness humiliated;
to that unknown animal
who dwells in each heart’s hope
and awaits the day
when the masks will fall
and the worlds will become one.
(Photograph by Yiannis Zisis)