The Cretan sun sends down its sharp rays,
upon the blessed isle,
and the hills stand proud,
as they gaze on a sea of myriad blue.
The cradle of Europe lies here,
in naked stone and rock,
that bore that gentle civilisation,
so long ago, but not forgot.
For ancient wisdom there once lived,
a wisdom deeper than words can tell,
that knew the secrets of time,
and man’s place in all creation.
(7/8/09)
