OCEAN’S MARCH
… Now who will bring to us
the emigrated ships
loaded with dawns and doves
with children’s smiles and tears?
Who will bring back to us
the long convoy of stars
that sunk in our lighted eyes?
Kyrie Kyrie
bring back to me
the sky dress of prayer
bring me the heart
that ignores rain
and blooms swallows
bring me the departures and returns
to find the strength to cry
for the wound of a firefly
to find the strength to sin
and repent
when our island bell
chimes over the sea
the snow-white Sunday innocence
our lost ignorance
our lost health
In the sweet eyes of birds
the vision of fields will stay still
with the scarlet poppies
and the golden abundance of wheat ears
Mayanaam
vequinox
Manolis 