SANTORINI :: what dreams are made of

Do you dream of white houses
Carved into the hills
Domed with blue and shining bright,
A maze of clay huts
On marble-paved streets
Crowded by glistening golden stores,
Backdropped against the perfect sky
That blends into a shimmering sea?


Houses set on red cliff-faces
Overlooking immortality
For this sea is famed in myth and legend
Stretching on eternally.
Islands rise from its hazy depths
Like the fin of some giant
Sea-monster content to bake in the sun
And watch us frolic in crystal waves


Or sit upon a white-walled house
Staring out into our dreams.


[Written 09/08/16 on the ferry to Crete]


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  1. Your poetry is beautiful. I have never been to any of the places of which you write, but your words, and their brilliant images, seem to transport me there. I can almost feel the ocean breeze as I read your words and see the accompanying photos. So glad I ran across your blog 🙂

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