Πανσέληνος – Full moon

My Greek poems! English version below. 

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Πανσέληνος – Full moon

Καλοκαιριού πανσέληνος η νύκτα

στου Βαρωσιού την θάλασσα ανοικτά

το φιδισένιο κύμα λαμπιρίζει

και μια βαρκούλα μοναχή της αρμενίζει

 

Στην κουπαστή της δυο ψυχούλες ξαπλωμένες

τον έρωτα υμνούν αγκαλιασμένες

κτυπάει απαλά το κύμα την βαρκούλα

και των ερωτευμένων δυνατά κτυπά η καρδούλα

 

Όμορφη που είναι η νύκτα γύρω

ήσυχα παντού, κανείς τριγύρω

μονάχα οι δυο ψυχές ερωτευμένες

στης Αφροδίτης τον βωμό παραδομένες.

       

                                                                                          ΚΒΓ

 

A summer moon, so full and bright,

Reflects upon the sea at night.

The waves like serpents twist and gleam,

As on the water, sails a dream.

 

Two souls entwined, a soft embrace,

Their love song fills that lonely space.

The waves they lap against the bow,

Their beating hearts are one right now.

 

The night is lovely, still, and deep,

While all the world is fast asleep.

Just two hearts on that moonlit sea,

Before love's altar, wild and free.

                                               KVJ

 

 

 

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