when you were the 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 is 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



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



bring back the sun

bring back the sun

bring back the sun

bring back the sun