St. Marina seventeenth of July
embracing all the lovers so that
for a time saints go out walking
among us gleefully barefooted.
newly besieged by intimacy of a
magnificent jasmine bush, 
from garden to garden sparkling dew
reflect the ancient green and gold
within us. and we were true for a time,
like the sea.

what we loved were:
dark water and endless bright aether that burst;
our souls in the arms of verdant waves waving;
long nights that bleed into soft dawns;
chilling flares of good hard drinks;
far travellers of a sunburnt race who come
telling us about a giver of eternal sleep.