Rose-pink silk stretching
Across a gossamer horizon.
White and blue collide
In a sky warm as a mother’s embrace.
Gold light upon orange earth –
A haze on the horizon.
This time demands
That all be quiet.
Royal purple cloaks the sky;
Childish treasures, pirate hunts.
The sea turns grey, the wind is soft,
This hour is ours, the best of all.
Bleeding red or silver white
The moon is rising in blackened sea and sky,
To guard our games and light our path,
When one day ends and another began.
So, I’m back to sunny home-sweet-home. Yay! There’s a running joke I have with my friends about my perpetual complaints of being cold while I’m in England. If any of you are reading this right now, you can rest easy, knowing that even in Athens I feel a little chilled at night. It’s not the weather my lovelies. It’s my dragon-blood! (Long story, a friend said I’m like a reptile what with being cold all the time and I declared myself a dragon. Actually… Not so long story.) Anyways, I’ve been soaking up the heat for the past few days, which, until my body is used to the warmer temperatures, means my mood swings between content-as-a-snake-after-lunch to Speedy-Gonzales-hyper. Apparently part of me just wants to enjoy the heat but another part is so energised by the Vitamin D boost that she needs to keep moving. My solution? Long, lazy walks in the sun.
Anyway, since I’m at the beginning of my summer vacation, this will be one of those “I have nothing of import to say” posts. Suffice to say I’ll try to get over my lethargy soon and actually post something interesting next time. ^_^
Until then, have a cute picture of a kitten!
The smell of clay-baking soil rises from the ground.
The waves are sluggish, muted,
Even the wind has settled down.
Wrapped in a golden haze the midday world
Ambles along the dusty road.
The sweat is heavy in his brow,
A chain of storm clouds from the east.
Afternoon rolls, the thunder sounds,
Delirious relief for all the thirsty things.
In the arid midday heat that crinkles
The view before the camel-man’s eyes
Laying in a bed of shimmering sand
An ancient woman’s head rests
Upon a lioness’ paws.
Guarding ancient secrets
The great Sphinx of Giza
Stares at the mortals passing by.