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Lysia
Walls of glass
outside the floating sky and the landscape
visits you, the strip of ocean strangely
silent, and bolstered clouds
painted anew and anew
by Dutch masters.
The sunburnt brushwood
dreaming of rain
and the palm trees stretch their necks
to see the ocean.
A street drags by
with the audible weariness
of everyday life.
The sun filling the wide Screen
with shades of rose.
On the traffic lights
between Beau Rivage and Lordos
it rests on red
takes off on green.
becomes the moon
over the rainless fields
against Troodos.
The quick darkness
the full stop of day.
Morning in Larnaka Bay
Today
the Master
has revealed his picture.
The blue stillness of the ocean
the brush strokes
of the waves
lapping the Shore.
The horizon, a cosmic line
precisely drawn
on the azure blue canvas
of the sky.
No dream-white clouds,
no sails
no spontaneous drops of colour.
Only this meeting of sea and sky,
this simple work of art,
an eternity of blue.
Master,
how this
stills my heart.