honeytrip diaries

Vouliagmeni lake has waters as warm as milk
mostly keeps it for gods, the ones who are still within
emerald green and soft, like butter and rum and silk,
down from the mountaintop pours gold like it’s always been

Athens mixes aromas: coffee, tobacco, wood
one they are carving from their icons and souvenirs
up on its seven hills, if you ever understood,
tries to connect you back, encourages you and hears

lions with human hands and horses with human eyes
would you heal us from grief for everything that we’ve lost
are you ready to see the miracles, asks the guide,
shows how imagination has come at a higher cost

Aegina island gives the traveler serpentine
daughter of Zeus watches, deciding if you belong
temples on mountaintops are open, and bottom line:
strongest will ring a bell which has been there all along

Peloponnese is different: the mainland demands its toll
somewhere between the groves of cotton and olive trees
you’ll find a secret cave that always contained it all:
humans and cattle sheds along with the seaside breeze

you only have to climb: go under, inside, above
you only have to wish: discover, explore, create
turning the earth to flowers is ultimate sign of love,
finally reaching this country has always been fate