Days of Kindness

The scent of your figs, oh my dear island, will accompany me.
It will be my muse and protector when the Boreas,
The all-devouring one, will precipitate on our days
And transfigure them into winter tales.
The chuckle of the little ones with the kiss of every wave,
Will be my sunshine when Érebos casts his darkness
And paints Nephele’s creatures in tragic grey.
My lover’s kisses, when your waters wet the burning sun,
Will be my guide to the shores of a new summer,
To more days of Kindness.