I have visited the shores where Ariadne loved and died.
I have seen the ruined palaces of the bull-king.

I have climbed in the white mountains where wild oleanders grow.
I have bathed in the torrent where it rushes between gates of rock.

I have looked down on valley fields after sunset aglow with their own luminosity.
I have seen the rocks that float.

I have seen the bones of the ones who died without hope.
I have seen the twin peaks of Kerá shrouded in dreams.

Nella and the sun smiled for me
but the sun was less gentle and less memorable.