Parian Dream

O,my
Parian
Dream.

How we
Linger like
Memories
Caught in
The breeze.

Mingling with
Frankincense
And myrrh.

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.

Mingling with
Frankincense
And myrrh

O,my
Parian
Dream.

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With a digital drawing from Nikos Laios