WITH YELLOW TOPAZES

The Universe

tonight

is gigamethyst (*)

quilt

with yellow topazes.

Love is a fata morgana,

a remote star,

a liquid illusion.

But you, though,

Heavenly Mother,

motherly,

loving,

please, behold my tears.

Do not forget

the barren heath of sorrow.

Somebody has inlaid my life

with bitter passions,

with rorid dewdrops,

like that of a sad puppet,

melancholy lover.

Fate has hurled

burning arrows from the sky,

avoiding ever giving

breaths of damp stillness.

The days, with ups and downs,

they slip away.

Two parallel lines

impatient.

The utopia of meeting.

The pain sprouts,

like a rose of salt.

Grief,

like a piercing prism,

it wedges rhizomes

into the soul.

Vespers becomes evanescent,

a hyaline stream,

and irrigates the nocturnal organzas of the sky.

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big amethyst (*) = Big amethyst

Greek prefix: γßγας (ghìgas, giant)