Like a child returning home,
Late one day I noticed
A litany of converging lacework
Amidst the limpid colours of sea and sky.

A lacework of spiralling, thorny life,
Where the scent of thyme and windblown salt
Shadow the hesitant ghost of Pan
And the gently lapping waves whisper
Of golden journeys inspired
By the rich brown earth
Where the sleepiness of awakening
Is swollen with endless possibility.

Sun drenched stone adorned by wildflower -
The Eden where Helios first nurtured love,
And gave the Muse
That blessed man's languid dreaming
All painted in riotous colour,
Lingering in the shadows between
Endless trailing olive groves
And sparkling azure seascapes.

April 2000