Lorenz

The spirits of atlantis

I am but a traveler of chance 

in well-known lands .

In these lazzy streets 

under a Prussian blue-gray

that appears on rainy days ...

 Sneerer in poetic depression .

Dreamer at the pier 

of the great  departures ...

 What remains of my shores of Atlantis ?

Tales of sunken legends ,

and the smile of a graceful  siren 

who spoke to dolphins ...

 I,who was the king of alders ,

I am no more than the servant 

of the underworld ...

 My soul adrift in the limbo of Albion.

My loves that time confuses 

in the wise and ageless  dunes ...

 Nostalgia cloacked in idleness .

Those indolent rivers dying 

in the desolate delta of my cuppa...

Gallion,master of the open sea ,

will you take me back to those cliffs of Atlantis ?

 Am I just this stranger to myself 

 in a long parodic melancholy ?

 Reason has long fled me ...

 Far from my engulfed  sand castles 

I write burlesque comedies 

 for lunatic Pierrots ...

  I am no longer this hero .

  Fool ,who thought he was a  child of summer !

   You are just the castaway of november ...

  Sea runner ,unable to find 

   his straits of bearings ...

 I lost my compass ,fellows,

  in the chaos of storms who know 

neither mercy  nor compassion ...

  I became this parrot ,

shattered on the reefs of poor poetry

 oracle of misery ...

  Abandoned by the spirits of Atlantis .