when you were Santorin
you were once worshipped as a fireking
south of Naxos, shaped by scirocco heat
far above
surfacing the Sea of Crete
your feet
long gone
hallow the cone
volcano
down to the stones
i was born
to sail the Cyclades
marble islands,
starlight
sang like an Aegean breeze
i was drawn by the myth of your monolith
like a perfect face was drawn by the scar
and was caught in the pour from a blast in the core
like a super-heated samovar
that's all you are
long gone
hollow the cone
volcano
down to the stones
its shadow
stealing the sun
long live the tears
see how they run
gone
follow my own
volcano
down to the stones
its shadow
stealing the sun
long live the tears
see how they run
so long
as the memory burns
you should know
i'll never return
you shadowed
places to run
for so many years
stealing the sun
