CHARAKOPOULOS CHRISTOS

 

 

Cosmic Eclipses

 

Our lips meet with passion

beneath your light,

a copper coin

hanging in the sky,

above the Acropolis, bathed

in your shimmering glow,

through the sleepless nights of August.

Our passionate embraces

are confessed by the shores,

before the silver waves

painted by your breeze.

You merge with the sea,

reflecting within it

your silver face.

At your zenith, the nightingales

scatter their trills

through the dark foliage

of the forest,

mourning our bleeding loves

and the world's sins.

Dawn is slow to break, my moon,

and we carve verses onto paper.

Dawn is slow to break, my moon,

and all of creation — for your sake —

falls into cosmic eclipses.

 

Stardust

 

Existence is woven on a thread of light,

amidst the intangible waves of time;

tears of worlds are drops of being,

sowing shadows and dreams into the infinite.

Within the void, a breath is born,

whispering that we are stardust,

and a flame thirsting for a name.

 

CHRISTOS CHARAKOPOULOS

 

CHRISTOS CHARAKOPOULOS is a PhD candidate in Creative Writing at the Department of Early Childhood Education, University of Thessaly (Greece). He holds a master’s degree in the Teaching of Language and Literature from the University of Nicosia (Cyprus). He completed a three-year seminar program in Creative Writing at the "Tabula Rasa" workshop in Athens. He works as a Greek language teacher in secondary education. His poems and short stories have been published in both print and online literary magazines and anthologies in Greece and abroad, in English, Italian, and Serbian.