At Lucky To Grasp
Voicless the lips,
by dimitrios galanis
motionless the hands,
vibrating the surprise's chords,
signal flare shots,
the heavenly thrill.
Keep those imperishable mind's deposits untouched.
They may levitate into the aether that blew and passed
but return in nostalgic breeze again and again back,
vivid in your mind's eyes
remembering them still astound
in the rapture of those moments passed,
in those sweet fleshless wounds by the arrows of Love.
Rejoicing over memory's journey to the past,
to the sparking moments
with the gleam of promising love,
to moments intact by insolence of betraying facts,
regard happy the life's journey as far as it lasts.
Your ticket: the eyes' reciprocal convenants
upon the bliss of those devine sparkles.
Feel happy at their emotions' hoard,
wealth of your feeling's glow
as long as your life lasts
at lucky to grasp.