Our souls have limits, and our love is bound / To strand where all begins.

“Return”

The traveller returned with empty eyes
“That is not you!” wept the forsaken friend.
“You promised me the fire that never dies,
And what you bring can only be the end.”

The absentee looked at his empty hands
And said: “I give you things you cannot see;
The treasures of the land beyond all lands,
The secrets spied in seas beyond all see.

Our souls have limits, and our love is bound
To strand where all begins. The silent border
In strewn with wrecks. My soul sent back drowned
Because all is lost, the Infinite is found.”

You seeme here, but i have not returned.
Things which are, the fortunes we have confound
The things which are, the fortunes we have earned,
When all is lost, the Infinite is found.”

Demetrios Capetanakis (1912-1944)

Aikaterine

 

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