An isle, once white, is absorbed
By a sunset
Hues of joy and sorrow blend together
And melt into the fiery ocean
As the sunset fuses earth and sea
And Helios composes his finale
Mykonos becomes the sunset.
In the dawn, it will awake from this reverie and be pure
But as the day presses on, the cycle will repeat.
And abstract reflections in the sea will
Swathe the once visible
Sands, erasing the shore.
Yet without movement, Mykonos comes alive
As if paying homage to the world.