Our Aegean, my ancient friend

Does the Aegean Sea know its age?

Each morning it greets me just the same 

Each evening it thrashes and it pulls 

Just to find its calm in the rising sun 

Does it know its audience has shifted?

The dances have multiplied

The festivals no longer honor old deities 

Can the sea tell it’s graced by a different god?

Yet we’re shaped by its waves just as so

We know the change in its mood 

Just by the shade it appears

Just by the white lace of its foam

Its salt and cool nature draw us in more

Fill my hair with your water and dry it out with your salt

I take pleasure in your cold reign 

Leave your lasting remarks upon my skin

A sea we’ve always and yet never understood 

The center of a city yet it waits at the edge

I say goodbye one last time and it kisses my skin

Cold and salty and everything I’ll ever miss 

It will guide me home for the final time this summer

I promise to come back to you, my ancient friend 

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