You Depart From The Blue

You depart from the blue,
Your heart is unwell and your soul is dressed in desolation.
You miss your island so quickly after departing,
The humanity and the inhabitants of the loulaki blue,
You miss the smell of the earth and its masterpieces,
The figs, olives and its wet waves.
You miss the notes of the careless wind embracing you and asking you not to leave.
You miss simplicity, realizing you don’t need much to be happy.
You miss mortals smiling for the sake of simple beauty,
You miss smiling back at them, you miss your chosen family.
You miss the walks hand-in-hand and heart-by-heart
With seabirds singing along to the sound of your steps.
You miss the taste of salt that whispers
“you are free, you are the son of this unchained land”.
Unshackled and happy.
And when others insist on the word isolated,
Care less, they ignore the truth,
They need obstacles for their limited existence
And they can never imagine the grandeur of boundless horizons.
You miss your horizons.
You miss your blue.
You miss your island.