Our Alexandria

The flame has
Dimmed,the
Lighthouse
Now gone.

The streets
Of the cosmopolitan
City of ideas has emptied,
And the waves of wisdom
Receded.

The once bright
Flame that flickered
Against the burnished
Brass is radiant
No more.

The light
That shone on
Blooming
Geraniums and
Hyacinths that
Wreathed themselves
Around the feet of
Our desires and
Thoughts;
Their shadows
Now strolling
Through
Empty,
Arching,
Crumbling
Porticoes.

Where
Thoughts and
Desires mingled
In equal measure
To mellifluous sounds.
 
The Haunting
Melodies that floated
Over the room
And across the city
Like a zeppelin,
As the night breeze slowly
Undulated the soft curtains
Like the curves of an exotic dancer, 
Ice cubes clinking in the glass,
Under the mournful notes of
Some sad eastern song.

Cooled by
The soft kisses
Of the once great
City,as the last beads
Of sweat danced and
Coiled themselves
Around my neck.

My mind, flying,flying
On the wings of the
Once bright light from
The Pharos that
Illuminated the
Dark recesses.

O,how I yearn
For those
Cosmopolitan
Days,for our
Alexandria.

As the dried,
Dead geraniums
And hyacinths
Tumble down
The cold and
Darkened city
Streets past
Shuttered shops.

For the flame
Has dimmed,the
Lighthouse
Now gone.

We have
Lost our
Alexandria.

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With a digital drawing from Nikos Laios

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