Dora's Sunset (Poros, Greece)
DORA’S SUNSET
(written on Poros Greece in memory of my friend Dora Preston)
The night I learn you had left us,
I walk the seaside promenade
by Poros’ harbour
and pause, remembering.
The sunset has turned the sea
into a pool of crimson
And against the blazing sky
a four-masted sailing ship
lies at anchor
I remember you, the free spirit,
You who wore purple
and buttercup yellow.
You danced in floral frocks,
amused us with funny stories
about an old lady named Clover.
I still hear your sweet voice,
singing, laughing.
I search that crimson sunset sky,
say prayers, remember you.
The next day, on Kanali beach,
I wade into the water.
A gull soars overhead,
a small white bird circling
as though it is watching me.
My tears mix with the sea salt.
Is it your spirit
soaring over the blue Aegean sea?
I hear the gentle trill of your voice,
telling me not to cry.
How could it be that you are gone,
taken from us too soon?
Dora, you will always be remembered.