Thessaloniki

When the sun sets slowly in the deep blue sea
and the shadow lengthens from the olive tree
When the silent white ships pass into the night
and the warm wind softly whispers my delight

When the vouzouki  gently sings of love
and fills the quiet; the Gods above listen,
amused and touched, both at a time
to the sounds and words, which match and rhyme

It is then and there that Iwant to dwell
on the homely grounds I know so well
and when in the eternal dream I play
my body under the olive tree will stay

Manuel