Author: Anders Dahlgren

Moonlit Mediterranean

Ney’s melancholic melody drifts
Across the waves, where fishing boats shift
A silver glow, upon the sea’s dark face
Moonbeams entwine, a lover’s secret place

Café conversations, laughter and smoke
Echoes of oud, in every hidden nook
Olive oil’s richness, in every dish
Flavors of Greece, Turkey, and wish

 
Olive Groves’ Whisper

Under twisted branches, where shadows play
Lovers’ whispers weave a timeless sway
Olive leaves’ soft rustle, cicadas’ hum
Summer’s warmth, in this sacred succumb

The sea’s cerulean hue, a gentle breeze
Dances with cypress trees’ dark ease
Citrus blossoms’ sweet perfume fills air
As ancient stones echo love beyond compare

 
Citrus Sunrise

Lemon groves awaken, golden light
Orange blossoms’ fragrance, morning’s delight
The Mediterranean’s azure waves unfold
A new day’s promise, young and old

Cypress trees stand guard, against time’s tide
Ancient villages, where legends reside
The sea’s soothing melody, a lullaby sweet
As morning sunbeams, on the hills meet

 
Santorini’s Embrace

Whitewashed houses, blue-domed churches tall
Narrow alleys, where lovers’ whispers enthrall
Donkeys’ gentle bray, windmills’ soft spin
Island magic, where hearts are woven within

Sea and sky converge, in endless blue
Oia’s castle, a dreamer’s view
Tomatoes ripe, on vine-kissed earth
Greek passion, in every hearty birth.

 
Midnight in Mykonos

Café lights twinkle, like stars above
Bouzouki’s rhythmic pulse, a sensual love
Sea breeze carries, the scent of jasmine sweet
Dancers’ laughter, in every winding street

 
All for love

When crowns will be thrown
away and so does the throne

When volcanic eruptions turn
Islands in Aegean sea forever young

Santorini or Thira, Mykoni, Crete
Perfect for cubic houses colored

Like the sky and the sea. Shapers of
Cyclades into the rugged landscape

In the night it shines like candles
Burning in the dark, fire in braziers

Reflected in the sea creating the
Myths come alive in the minds

Lovers in the Boat Builders kiss
And remember Venitians of past

Athens of Pallas Archana and
Odysseus Minolaus, Achilles

Paris Helen. Troy Trojan horse
Pthia, war, face, thousand ships

Love first blood prophecy
Greece Rome Andalusia

Asia Minor, Izmir, Anatolia
Constantine to Cleopetra

It was all for love,
it’s all for a kiss!

All for love from Naila Hina’s book: Love Can Wait
Available worldwide in many languages