The azure sea blends into the sky
With a paintbrush of summery haze,
Shimmering white buildings dot high
Above a barren cliff face.
Blue-topped domes on marble streets
Survey the white-washed walls
Of clay buildings glowing in heat
And a thousand coloured doors.
Here I sit and watch the blue expanse
With a cold drink and feet at rest,
As the youthful waves frolick and dance
Beneath a brilliant sunset.
Streets of marble and houses of clay
Are etched in my memory today.
[Written 9/8/16 on the ferry to Crete]