Cyprus Symphony

With no fanfare or warning at all, On this evening of dreams, Mother Nature modestly displays Her silk chiffon shawl of the sea.

Streaks of soft grey, gentle emerald, Pensive blue, are her hues, And her borders are of pure white bridal tulle, Climbing distant hills To kiss the innocent, untroubled sky.

And in the morning's dazzling daylight, Her palette changes. Slate blue and delicate greys she now displays. The sea, as part of nature's serenade, Rhythmically strokes the shore, Like lovers in flirtatious mode.

I am yours, I am not, You have me, you have me not.

A lazy boat, as chaperone, crawls by. A snow white gull glides down to see, And the golden sun, as governor, Wraps us in a warm embrace.

The silk shawl of many hues, This gift of colours and nature's orchestral sounds, I stop to savour, for they are the same, But not the same.

Through history our forebears have sampled Gifts to us all, and others to come, In their turn to stop and wonder.

Thinking of Costas makes me smile, For you, my friend, will always go that extra mile. You will always give us your all, Whatever the problem, great or small.

I think of you, Costas, as warm summer sunshine, Beaming light and merriment wherever you go. A shaft of sunlight striking dark corners, A soothing glass of sparkling Champagne.

Costas, my friend, you are so special to us, Giving us all so much of yourself. We are thankful for your friendship, wise counsel and help. You are forever in our thoughts. We are forever in your debt.