Corfu
Here on a road of self-discovery,
The nature in Corfu is so sublime,
I turn to the right of me; mountains,
And to the left of me there are islands,
Right in the midst of the beautiful seas,
No horizon between that and the sky.
I stare at the translucent sky,
Past every star, a new discovery,
Through the guises of the watery seas
And past the heavens there's a mood sublime.
On my bike, riding the roadside mountains,
Dense woods and greenery on the islands.
I ride faster through the roadside mountains,
Faster than flying sea-gulls pass the sky,
They're flying in flocks over the islands;
Towards a dark cave of discovery
Within it it's cold, an echo sublime,
No longer see the magnificent seas.
Behind me are now the gigantic seas,
Within a cave somewhere under mountains,
There's a cold stream and fresh water sublime,
Water delicious, like the falling sky,
Flowing streams and one more discovery,
About these shy, coy and timid islands.
I could see swallows amidst the islands,
As my bike travels now towards the seas;
Swallows is what's my new discovery,
More on the other side of the mountains.
They duck, dive and fall over the clear sky,
Passively wallow over scenes sublime.
The winds on my face as I ride sublime
And birds toss and turn above the islands,
Out and over of the ascending sky,
Hurtling as waves descend over the seas,
Tallying over the looming mountains,
To their own voyage of discovery.
With sublime lark views of discovery
I ride fast past the islands and mountains
As the fallen sky looms over the seas.