dawn at santorini
climbing over the tip of the distant ranges
the first eager beam of daybreak
pecks the azure cathedral top
with a subtle lightheartedness
the lilting lullaby of a windchime
the fitful chirps of a chaffinch
the gentle rustle of a Santorini olive tree
accompanied by a flock of seagulls
a lonely ketch quietly pulls away from the dock
embarking on a voyage to the uncharted seas ahead
bounded only by the rutilant horizon
and its florid, canary glow
fluttering at the brush of the soft vernal breeze
its beige sails morphs into the mane of a mustang -
unshackled and galloping…