Axladitsa Avatakia

I found two sister stones,
they smiled at me,
they smiled at me,
I found two sister stones,
down by the blue Aegean Sea.

This land holds stories,
this land, it speaks,
in flowers and stone,
in olive groves,
in the meeting of two streams,
in that space in between.

One slipped from my hand,
round as the full white moon,
slippery it sang,
like a newborn babe,
"leave me here
by the bubbling source,
a spring so pure,
along the pathway to the sea".

Along the pathway to the sea,
the wise old oak tree grows,
hollowed by time,
its spirit lies with the land.

This wise ancient land,
of circles and stone,
of pirates and gold,
of a history buried,
of stories untold.