Sonnet on an Ionian Cove
A piece written in Greece in 1996 at the Bay of Pheia.
Every pebble in its placeUpon the quiet shore,Every bloom I see does graceThese hills a little more.Every tree its fragrance lendsTo scent the summer air,Every bird its sweet song sendsWhile perched I know not where.All this below a cloudless sky,Before a tranquil seaWith time enough to rest the eyeAnd set the spirit free.Leaving, my heart begins to yearn,Adieu, until my glad return.
