White Washed

Blinded by the bright white paint Surrounded by royal blue. There is something in the way she looks Santorini staring back at you. Black rock beaches with blistering sun Waterfalls way up high. People laughing jumping off Thinking they can fly. Hotel rooms with giant patios Tans run deep by afternoon. Bars to dance in till morning light Everyone singing to their own tune. Ladies hair dressed long with threads And colored beads to match. Beautiful jewelry handmade to wear Sangria drunk by the batch. By Picture perfect memory Like love at first sight. When I’m stumbling through the day I dream of this at night.