Ocean’s March
Night The invisible mountain range at a distance
I stand in the black frame of the door
and call the name of God
in the snowstorm of stars
amid the diaphanous shadow of people
who sleep and die
in the wilderness which recasts my voice
into thousands of voices
Where did they all go leaving me here
to stare at my empty palms
to keep company to silence and rain?
Deeply grieved up to the point of death
I see the desolate sky
and I salute a big cloud
and I am like a sad little lamb
that they left alone
in the dark valley
Oh God why have they all left from my side?
In my ripped clothes
I have a tender heart
made of birds and flowers
(How many nights I cried secretly
for the wound of the butterfly)
Let all leave Let all leave
I will again stay
opposite the wide sky
opposite the great sea
without bitterness and grumble
and I shall sing
Let all leave
The more I stay alone
the closer to people I get
the closer I am to God
Manolis Aligizakis 