LAST NIGHT IN MY DREAM
Last night in my dream I saw
our newly born Christ
as cows blew on him
their hot breath.
His forehead was like the sun
though the manger was so poor
and each of the magic gleams
shone brighter than daylight.
The Magi leaned over his feet
and the star up high above
looked like a crown ready to place
upon the hair of Virgin Mary.
Shepherds and shepherd girls
knelt reverently before him,
blonde angels stood
and sang Hosannas round him.
Yet of the angels and the Magi
I never felt more envious
than of his mother’s lips
and her warm, her so warm kiss.
Manolis Aligizakis 