The Sanctuary Of Athena

The blues and purples draped the Ionian Sea,
there you were waiting, dressed in white for me,
the siren did not stop our love from history,
only gave the magic, hanging with mystique and mystery.

You said that the armies of Rhodes built a monument,
up high with the oracle at Delphi a living testament,
the power radiated through Grecian longevity,
this moment in time was just for you and me.

Chariots rumbled through, drawing Ionian columns,
Romans crushed, now it's us which nobody mentions,
the history is not wrong but illuminated on a platform,
circular, sacrificial, a new extended arm was born.

I hear you from all those rippled, transient periods ago,
it was clearly dressed in passion and shades of indigo.