Publication 1046
By Arcadian on
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
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The Diaspora Sight Pharos
It is evening and everywhere
on the deck we hear voices
with happy exclamations:
"Have you seen the lighthouse?"
"There it is at last, Pharos. "
Music, re-telling of tales and odes,
dice games all abruptly stopped
and forgotten as if
a more pressing matter
needed an undivided attention.
Everyone rushed on deck.
The moon was nowhere to be seen
in the black sky.
The stars intensely bright
and it seemed impossible
to find amongst them
the small fiery point
lit by an Alexandrian hand.
The stars kept winking
like huge friendly eyes,
goading us as if to search
for Cleopatra's needle
in the stellar-light sack
until at last we could sight
the lighthouse on the horizon.
It was nothing to boast about;
a fiery speck for sure,
in the phosphorescent waves.
For all of us it was a flint
that would leap across
our bosoms and rekindle hopes;
drain the tiredness
of our wearied bodies
and raise our spirits once more,
as we set sail from Hellas
for opportunities in Alexandria.
We greeted Pharos warmly in
the cold sea breeze
and knew that tonight,
sweet sleep would come easily.
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