Janissaries

Those white umbrellas overwhelm the utopia of the soul,
 janissaries vaccinated inside the body, awaiting the acid
rain to fill with comfort the darkness.
So many candles around and tears,
but where are they heading to? The beat of your naked
boot as I hear, I collapse, but lost is the vision of the
wind. I anticipate my descent uninvolved in this frame
that shows your booming laugh. The flag wells up, as the
 entire longing gets painted. Today you are captive and
 you are hiding your fast in the eyes of children. I want
to embrace you, yet, you push me away, but white omen,
 you are forgetting the cancellation of the sky like a lie,
so that the truth sinks in your sore knees. But which treaty
 executes the patron saint of life and it doesn’t matter?
But which hymn is superior from the human mind?
Without you I was hoping for paradise, now I’m leaving in hell,
now I welcome you and kiss you. I was saying lots of things
and was sowing days in the skylight, until the sight of you
 became shadow and distance. Later on for the voice I will be awaiting.

Fotios Panos