Η μουσική του χρόνου..

Because I held you near me
to bring you from your dark hair up to the clouds
to see eyries of golden eagles and dancers on the threshing floor
to see crosses in deserted chapels and stars on the roots of trees
to see a wise love on the balconies of the moon
and later with your tear and your smile
to look at me like a dream and take hold of my hand..

N. Gatsos