How light, with thy glorious hue, thou know’st,
Upon the searing blue image abounds
With thy aqua waves from ancient days show’st
And surrounding me, thy beauty confounds.
Isle of delight sing in gentle splendor
Hold my soul close, when life doth lull
At thy commanding tide boldly tender,
Whilst my wings take flight as sky’s last lone gull.
To be there always, thy wind would persuade,
And dance upon Aegean rhythmic waves,
For upon thy cobbled walk history’s made;
Making the God’s forgive that misbehaves.
To timeless beauty arms in skyward raves,
For Mykonos’ calls with love that saves.