Friend
Strange how we never speak,
But understand each other totally.
We discuss topics for a period of seconds,
Only when vision interacts.
Our eyes form two intersecting plains,
And thus create a true,
Or is it full entity – as it exists in three dimensions.
I find it hard to converse normally,
And hope that the friend is real.
Too many times, searches have been in vain;
Leading to a diminishing hope.
But how can you be wrong,
When your eyes are bottomless wells,
And your friend’s resemble shallow ponds,
That radiate out into infinity?
It does not produce a slight weaving,
But a bond which locks instantly and must be broken, in order to move away.
Not that I wish to break such a bond,
But I find my instincts creating an unwanted response.
Or is it a fear which has developed?
A fear that independence may be stolen;
A fear that I may never be the same?
Thus, my friend is kept at a distance;
Through no fault of the faithful comrade,
But through the selfishness of my own padlocked mind and heart.
Audio Version (To Be Added)
Copyright © Vasilios Theodorakis 1983
(10th poem written in 1983 – exact date of writing unknown)