A Very Short Journey - Marianna Pliakou

You stand by the window,
below the silent sky,
before the naked street.

Once youʼd walk together,
and in your path this place would glow
and every star would flower in the night.
Under the sun the hours would grow,
till time became a pale, pure light.

But, sometimes, sometimes, moments peak early,
smiling at us, with their best clothes on
and their sweet scent of certainty.
Like those first grapes,
promising euphoric wines,
before falling on the ground.
Their aroma fading,
before it gets familiar.

And maybe there,
below that sky, before that street,
youʼll walk again, some day,
despite your aching stride,
in peace with that journey,
that proved to be so short.

Marianna Pliakou