The steam of anger

frustration and bad mood

has evaporated

during cold November nights

along the tidy rows of vines.

You ask from life’s opportunities

for another chance

to revisit personal happiness

take up Ariadne’s thread

earn some good times

at your advanced ripe age.

While hope creates sweet thoughts

of tamarind

you paint another layer

to Anna’s turquoise portrait

part of your heart’s blue fibres.

Throw recyclable glasses

into the dark grey boxes

for saving the environment?

Will you still find the island

of your dreams exists

upon earth’s labyrinth

at the end of fate’s thread

closing your existence?

zoltanzelan

ZJG-Poetry’16.