Glorious is your sky, oh Gythio! As bright as a cloudless morn When the heart knows no sorrow Revelling in love newly born And joy from grief springs eternal Roaring through it like a waterfall. You're as old as the universe, As young as the very first dawn And you'll live forever for no curse Prevails on your shores that gods adorn With a beauty that knows no equal And where they've chosen to dwell. Time will not erase the memories That immortal Helen left behind On the sand where she and Paris Lusted and loved in the hot wind Nor will love ever cease to call From the hilltop to lull and enthrall. High and above the deep blue sea A lone bird eases its golden wings In the breeze, thrilled to be free To sail and sing without strings; So are you, oh Laconia's fairest maiden, Your long tresses swaying in the ocean. In vain will man try to pry loose Your inlaid gold nor will he ever Know what lurks beneath the noose Of your wayward charm, forever Teasing, never yielding like a woman All smiling but bars the gate of heaven. On the hilltop one moonlit night Two cats purred and a dreamer sighed For in your tender lap was his plight Laid to rest while the stars above plied In deepest mystery their wayward course: You emptied the heart of pain and remorse. Claudio Wye 16 November 2000
