(to Alex Noyd)

Thousand years they seem a second
Where the living touch cold stone
And in secret places hidden
Are treasures which were never shown.

Stormy dreams become one nightmare
Which hunts my tyrant by the day
I´m restless, frightened, without shelter
And though - i still refuse to pray.

Empty eyes keep telling me
Of your infidelity:
Stranger, lie down next to me
Let peace be our companion — finally.

6 Responses to “Calypso´s Lament No.7”

1. oxygon Says:
   June 30th, 2009 at 12:16 pm

   Outstanding, well crafted! Thanks for sharing—

   art

2. oxygon Says:
   June 30th, 2009 at 3:04 pm

   Lisz, I noticed in the third line of the first stanza that you used “an” but perhaps you intended to say “and”. Also the spelling of tyrant in the second line of the second stanza. I noticed that your profile is blank, and if you do not want these kind of observations, please advise and I won’t do it in the future.

   Best wishes, and welcome to the site!

   art

3. Lisz Hirn Says:
   June 30th, 2009 at 4:13 pm

   I thank you very much for your observations! There is always something to learn!

4. oxygon Says:
   June 30th, 2009 at 5:07 pm

   Thanks for replying, Lisz. I try to walk carefully with measured steps, as I do not want to intrude. I am an old pedantic type, but I also need correcting now and then. I hope to see more of your wonderful poetry.

   Highest regards,

   art

5. Roy Conant Says:
   July 1st, 2009 at 4:45 am

   Oh, Odysseus!! Roy

6. Lisz Hirn Says:
   July 30th, 2009 at 3:20 pm

   Odysseus is lost again… this time in kazhakstan.

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