Poem: Stamatina Vathi
12-4-2017
The sun is playing hide and seek with the clouds.
An eagle is flying with open wings watching what happens all around.
The wind is flirting with the leaves and a woman is calling all the spirits of her chiefs.
She wants to laugh, she wants to smile but her heart is in pieces,
she feels that she wants to die.
She is watching like a hawk the flight of the eagle,
he is her other soul,
her belovers heart and creature.
The leaves are playing with her dark hair and they talking to her, predict future,
they tell stories from now till the end of the era,
till her death.
” No more teardrops Tomorrow Morning, No more.
we are the future, the spirits of rebirth,
you are the daughter of the moon,
the magical spell of the earth. ”
” Don’t cry, just smile, see the sky.
See the earth, smell the flowers,
don’t hurt yourself. ”
“If the eagle loves you, he will come,
feel the wind, see the sun”.
” See the wood, hear the water,
how beautiful it sounds, talking to you,
giving wisdom, kissing your lips, giving you proud. ”
Smell, smile, feel the earth.
Your mother nature will give you the best.
Love, love Tomorrow Morning
Love.
Feel, feel with all your consciousness all your sense,
till the last cell of your blood and your last breath.
Live and love Tomorrow Morning,
Live and Love.
A hawk and an eagle can’t be apart.
Cells, breaths, eyes, lips, hearts and nature’s spells.
Tomorrow Morning you are the one in his heart.
