Waking on an east facing beach,
at Kamari,
the dark clear blue Aegean,
had the classic era Spartan city
loomed over it.
In its mighty hill of stone,
A walkway up.
To Thira was simpler,
Santorini’s womb,
and hub.
Out, out! Out to the tremendous views, Out to the Great Crater.
Sheer cliffs tumble to sea, from the heights where Thira lies, such views of legend, where the great Volcano imploded, in 1600 BC.
A change and an end, of the Great Civilization, The Minos of Knossos and the Isle of Crete.
The white plastered house tops,
cement the cliff faces,
Which Food and shops adorn.
Down to the old port!
the snake like walkway,
where the Donkeys bound.
On to a boat, on to a voyage.
The waters of the Crater
gleesome; inviting.
Ship, yacht and line,
combine.
Out to the mystical waters! Where hot mineral springs merge rich into the blue sea cove, And a chapel watches on, At the gift of swimming in His waters.
To the Caldera! Sulphur scent rises,
Thera yet active.
A walk in the Greek Sun ties to the Martian landscape,
and the fire and heat.
Rock and earth are shaped in geometric fractal harmony.
Back past the Ocean Liners!
Each a Titan,
greater than the Titanic.
The cable to the cliff tops, and wandering, in Thira’s streets. Amid Sun scented,
churches of folk lore.
The Santorini Sunset.
Few sights more revered.
And the local Culture parades
through His, through Sol’s
Beams,
Busking for return.
