Red Poppies And orchids Dancing Against blue Shuttered White cubed Parian houses; Splashing From giant Minoan pots, And overhanging Trellises.
Nowhere In the world Does one Feel more Alive and Carefree Than in The Greek Isles.
An Eternal Blossoming Of the soul; A return to The golden Years of Youth.
Where Everything Is more vivid, Sharp,and Alive.
Warm Sunsets Washing Over the Balcony And swinging Hammocks; A straw Hat covering My face.
As I listen For the first Time to the Unfolding Ballet around Me in this Magical Isle.
Haystacks Collected Under palm Trees among The jingle Of goat Bells.
The vying Aromas Playing at Nearby Tavernas.
The creamy Viscosity of Small cubes of White cheese Scattered on a Plate like a chaotic Favela;intermingling With the sharp chilli Flavour of marinated Olives,and the aroma Of small tubular Segments of grilled Chorizo adorning the Plate like some ancient Broken,fallen down Column of a Greek temple.
Bathed In the warm Afterglow Of a glass Of red wine.
As the Clattering Noise of Dice falling From weathered Hands beats Against a Backgammon Board;the babble And smiling Warm creased Faces of old Men and Fishermen Considering The centuries, And the Rhythm Of time Among Coffee Cups.
It all passes Me,it all Passes me.
Like some Soft dream Or memory Caught in The breeze.