In Delphi (1987)

Here the sea is caught in the mountains
and the wind in the olives
the bird suspended in the sky of joy
for a moment, like eternity

Here where the gods walk on the hills
with their mighty legs set like
temple columns
we tracked our way my friends, into the myth
the breath of time which whispered in our ears
the fables of earth's childhood
we walked on ruins
which are stones and stories today

A poem was flowing down the cliffs
of my mind
I allowed her to flow
to flow so slowly and softly
that my life may not ebb away