Beautiful Island of Delos, your dignity and history,
Shine alone and speak with an ancient perfume,
Of the shining and vivid wild flowers, that now
abound.
The scented breeze blows and bends your blooms towards
the sea,
Sometimes a whisper, sometimes harsh.
Neptune reminds us of the rugged cliffs and might of
the sea,
As it sends great waves with white foam necklaces to
adorn the sand and rocks,
The night arrives and the Sapphire water changes to a
tranquil and glistening pallete,
Deep and dark with the moonlight as a path for the
ancient souls to walk .
Quiet reigns as the sounds of a sea bird adds some
musical nuances to the nigh.
The spirits of the long gone people remain,
In ancient songs and poetry still recorded in air and
earth.
