A Stranger in the Canyon of Lights

Fresh off the deck from Trinidad,
I’ve anchored in New York’s embrace.
I walk these streets, a wandering lad,
Wishing I could stay and find my place.

The city glows with a neon fire,
Famous lights that blind the eye.
But time’s a thief, a cruel wire,
Dragging me back to where the currents lie.

A fleeting glimpse was all I had,
Never enough to calm the soul.
My heart’s still tied to the iron clad,
While the city plays its restless role.

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PUBLICATION DETAILS
From the book "Tales of a Greek Sailor"
An experiential journey across the deep blue — Piece No. 5
Original Text & Narration: Panayotis V. Mataragas (Rotterdam)
English Adaptation & Linguistic Editing: Kellene G. Safis (Chicago)
Digital Publication & Creative Direction: Cathy Rapakoulia Mataraga (Piraeus)
Contact: pmataragas@yahoo.com

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