Dripping tears, waving goodbye-
Hands waving, scratching against plate glass
Weaving Alexander goodbye from Athens shores
Will he be great – conquer lands
Adorn his kingdoms jewels
Tribes succumbing to his Warcraft and guile.
Virtue of mission, emotions of departure overtaken –
Felt like Alexander, great –
Mine to Conquer lands and build kingdoms,
Leave dripping tears as,
The drying of a quick rain –
Soaked by parched unfulfilled ambitions
My ship, no captain here
Sterile, air pumped through veins of steel
Gasoline coursing through dead metal wings
– into the air and stays there.
Coarse landscape of ordered beings
Lone member waiting
No Alexander’s army here –
Scratching at glass panes
Welcoming their ambitions filled general.
Alexander conquered –
Built cities of ambition,
Coarse ordered landscape was his.
A lone general,
Looked for more
Empty Athens not an option,
He had to fill it –
With gold and gold dust,
Dredged from coarse, ordered distant landscapes.
Carrying gifts from his ambition
Reaches his shores.
Alexander meets the sparkle in his eye,
Equally looking to flee.
Reaches out –
Flirts with destiny,
And tries to hold the sparkle in his eyes forever.
Hold he did –
The sparkle in his eyes,
Commits completely to love.
Changes course –
Looks for new landscape, new tribes
But never lets go,
For his desire is always to conquer.
The sparkle –
Is his alone, never realizes –
That sparkles that strong can blind,
Tears will forever edge from the eyes
The home for his love.
Alexander goes on –
Continuously building castles of ambition.
Oblivious that tears continue to build,
Live in eyes that can’t hold more.
The eyes give up and find a new sparkle,
Lighting up it’s eyes from love,
The eyes, home for his love –
Are homeward bound,
Having found a home for it’s love.
Alexander turns back –
Of conquered ambitions and landscapes,
To conquer no more,
Frail and old.
Looks for his ’sparkle’
Finds it no more.
The ‘eyes’ flew – finding new sparkles
With wings as it should.
Returns home –
To his rocky Alba,
Small strip of rock,
Forlorn windswept shores
And jagged aimless cliffs.
No Athens –
Full of temples and glory,
With his sparkle with him.
Finds a jagged tree,
Branches bent –
No shade even there
Looks out to sea
Waiting for a boat,
Sign of a sail, a mast with a lookout,
To carry his sparkle back
To bring his army back
Scratching at glass panes again,
Waiting for him to come back
And lead again.