THE DREAM
Listen to my dream, my love,
my goddess of beauty.
I dreamed that one night
I walked out with you.
We sauntered together
in a beautiful garden
and in awe you gazed
at all the gleaming stars.
So I asked them, tell me,
oh stars, are any of you
up there as bright as
the eyes of my love?
Tell me if you’ve ever seen
such glorious hair,
or such a hand, or such a leg
such otherworldly beauty
which anyone who sees
at once demands to know
how such an angel can exist
on earth here, without wings.
With every kiss that night
you sweetly gave me, oh my love,
a new rose bloomed
in that garden of roses
and bloomed the whole night long
until the dawn light
discovered us together,
our faces pallid now.
My love, this was my dream.
It now depends on you
to keep me in your heart
until my dream becomes reality
Manolis Aligizakis 