"To live alone on a Grecian island" (Sympatheia)

To live alone on a Grecian island,

Is to become acquainted with the whipping wind,

And to forget the endless melodrama of humanity.

It will comfort you between the folds of its hills,

And sprinkle warm Mediterranean sunshine over you like holy water. 

And if you listen, you can hear the age old chants of oarsmen echoing still.

A Grecian island won’t get cold feet,

It won’t turn you down for some other man,

It won’t move on with its life.

It may tremble and crumble and sink beneath the waves, 

Or it may explode in a fiery finale of classical taste,

But it won’t complain about being cold or the tags in skirts,

It won’t make you wonder what you said this time.

The thing about living alone on a Grecian island,

Is that nothing can run from you if you instead run first.