1 August 2012
A fathers grief, trapped forever in stone Many gather round, but I feel alone
This ancient site, with ghosts from the past The setting sun, allows the feeling to last
I sense his fear surround me, waiting for his son Looking out to the sea, for the sign he had won
A tragedy like Romeo & Juliet, was Ageus' fate Black sail he saw, if only he'd wait
From the cliff he fell, thinking his son was dead But Theseus, distracted, forgot what he'd said
When you return, and sail through the Cape You'll hoist a white sail son, then I'll know you are safe
Instead of white, Theseus left it black A tragic mistake, that there'd be no going back
At the thought of his loss, a tear falls from my eye Another Aegean sunset, fills the woeful sky
Picture Postcard #2 A Greek Tragedy • Opuss № I