Sight Unseen

Posted by in Poems, The Greek Sun

I danced a ballet in Matala
as I watched the mountains grow.
Waves crashed upon the rocks
in rhythm of wind power
and I dove their heights
to recount my sins.
The sun fell fast in a silent song
of red and tan
followed only by blue.
There I went to dance
and color renew.

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