I Dream of Adrakos

 When I dream,
I dream of a view....

....  of throwing open red shutters and walking onto a little balcony

 .... to watch the sunrise

 .... then laze around a mirror-pool

 

. 

 .... before plunging into a spa with the same view

I dream of wandering around a garden gallery....

 .... of sleeping cats 

and eating cats

 .... of shards of pottery on an old Cretan wall

and Minoan pots as sentinels

I dream of trees heavy with olives
and hibiscus reaching for the sun

.... of artistic rooks and crannies

of framed terracotta ....

and tin pots tinted blue ....

But most of all,

I dream of Venetian door knockers

which lead me back to the view.

 
But my dream is just that .... a dream!

 
For hidden in a little corner of Eastern Crete is

Adrakos 
where all this and more abounds.
 
It is my escape
It is my little piece of heaven on earth
It is my dream come true,  
Thanks to Kostas and his Grandfather Adrakos.