OCEAN’S MARCH
Leave us only
the night’s ecstasy
when the children fish for stars
in the snow white caiques
when naked and handsome ephebes
stare straight at beauty’s eyes
without suspicion or fear
Return to us
the paper ships
to moor in a well known harbor
of our first homeland
For a moment
we shall kneel on the sand
and we shall pray
in front of our indomitable shadow
while the sea’s sad Virgin Mary
will quietly open the front door of the church
and will lean to kiss our hair
drenched by the slender dew of stars
of silence and of the night
Although we
shall again deny
the kiss of love
that soothes and ties…
Manolis Aligizakis 