kythera

[sweetwater]

love lives in the scents
of wild thyme on a sunwarmed hillside
and in the shades of an olive tree

it lingers in the sound of the waves
in a starlit summer night

in the glistening splashes
of a noontime sea

and in the memory
and dream of you and me

[sweetwater]

i think i would like to be
such a wild cat

and dine on freedom
and the occasional stranger
with wld hair and a ragged straw hat
who offers me some cinnamon milk...