Μάλια 1969/PA 2015*

Last night you came
to me in a dream,
vivid, alive, your eyes
still sparkling like
those perfect Greek stars.
Time's tears diminish or
erase most memories,
but some faces, like
like sun on Attic water,
shine too brightly
for even nearly
fifty years to fade.
I hope you are safe.
I hope you are happy.
I hope you stop by
my dreams again
sometime.

  ~mce