I aim to find the time
And measure the age of the sea
By the depth of your eyes!

By your five fingers, moment by moment
Tear by tear to sit and ponder
Human suffering throughout the eons!

And because God also did his stars provide
One by one and in simple array, to portray at your each step
Small Madonnas' being resurrected, I declare:

The distant heroic mountains of my Arcadia,
With a thousand myriad colors, with two legions of angels,
Send you as a gift on the day of your patron saint a piece
Of the sunset for you to hang around your neck!

And since in Ontario the months are harsh...
The lookouts from the tall peaks at Kardaritsi:
Saint George and Saint Paraskevi together
With Saint Constantine, send you an epistle and script,
Together with a small bouquet of rosemary for you to clutch
At your bosom for the evil eye not to seize you.

And because I, did the years torment as well… I declare.
It is time to take my self and go back to instruct him
On reading and grammar, so that he may correctly,
Articulate your name!

My tiny selfless, mistress of the nightingales,
Of the partridge and the blackbird. Mistress of the mind,
Of the sense of smell and touch, will you wait for me?
I too am in expectation, for the hour to go twelve
For it to be noon!