The House of Winds and Waters

Two emerald coasts frame the cape of the ancient pirates Among its smooth greyish white rocks cedar trees being grown faintly within the centuries their volume curved exposing to exogenous powers their lawless shadow, a shelter under the strong Mediterranean sun. North wind’s continuous touch intercepts worries that being fired shifts them far to the mountainous villages until their thin structure accedes to the hasty clouds becomes one with the view; thoughts, cliffs, sun and sky. Hair disheveled, blown towards all directions fragments of sand all over the skin. Morning dreams lave in the water edge dazzling crystal surface of the sea hurts the eyes Aqua iridescences invite to be integrated A deep breath, the playful buoyance and I caress the wave’s ripples being embossed on the fine pearly sand of the untrodden seabed, pure light and eternal time, my underwater kingdom lasts as my longest breath. * A poem inspired by the place "Mikri Vigla" in Naxos island, Cyclades Greece.