Beginnings
Simply cupped,
Hands shake in their capture
Of each other’s
Weakness.
We are not what we seem.
We are the more,
The un-quashed voices
Of hearts
Pounding their way towards the beginning place,
Where honesty applauds
More loudly
Than Baroque patrons of old.
We are ourselves,
Beyond that of strangers
Whose glances are washed away
By the turning of a head.
And in part, we are the moment
Raised high
Like a banner
Announcing our stake in this – life’s lottery to be…
Audio Version (To Be Added)
Copyright © Vasilios Theodorakis 1997
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