A Toast At Dawn

by Sandro D. Fossemò

(Translated from Italian to English)

In an ancient village,

the statues and chapels

are steeped in snow.

In that white desert

blossoms a red rose.

An icy wind blows

between the walls of houses.

A star sparkles

far away,

below the path of a helicopter

vanishing on the grey horizon.

The Christmas Tree

guards like planets

the glittering coloured baubles...

reflecting the light

from behind the branches,

in the silence of shadows.

A plaster angel

plays the flute,

wrapped in the wreath

where the notes vibrate.

From up there it hears

my wishes,

with the cheerful chimes

of the carillon.

It's a sublime sound

that merges my soul

with the Universe.

There is no snowflake

that does not fall on the heart!

Nor any star that

does not light up the heart!

It is wonderful to experience

life now and forever more,

during the fine festivities

of New Year's Eve...

From the cosmic dance

of the firmament,

the comets will return 

to visit our dreams.

We will travel in those

light trails,

for that is where we were born.

The snow crystals

will shine in the air

like diamonds,

when the rays of light

sparkle on the surface

of the glass,

during my toast at the dawn

of the new millennium.

Yes, I know full well...

God will drink a toast with me

to the sound of the bells!

CHRISTMAS POEMS

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