Brother, you stole my secret and went.
Noon and midnight quit the sky.
Nothing’s secure nor
quite obscure, without.
One, two, and a third gone orb of light.
Within the night, zenith and nadir converge.
Brother, beneath what stone is your voice hiding.
What didn’t you say before leaving?
In an absence of truth, lies
are silent too.
Short and long this silent weathering;
In the dream comet-stream
I found what you carried away.
There is no one to share.
You might have said: I’m a god.
Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada
Translated from the Greek
by the author & Ann J. West