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
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]