NO ESCAPE

I feel you here 

musing with the goddess of the hunt

by the sacred spring

at the sanctuary of Artemis.

 

 

 

You whisper softly my name

sending it swiftly on the breeze

to where I stand now

at the Temple of Apollo.

 

 

I catch a fleeting glimpse of you

among the ruins at Ramnous

cavorting with the oleander pink, in full bloom

nodding to the sea below.

 

 

 

Your jealous heart will not stop my wander

to every corner of this earth.

But your beauty and spirit

will always call me home.

(November 2019)