Casa Specchio Del Mare
(Mirror of the Sea)
There is a piccolo home on a far away mountain side,
Seen once before in a dream.
It whispers to you of your ancestors.
It invites you even in rain.
You ground yourself between mountains & mare
You feel generations of vibrations & so many lives,
Olive trees sway & dip in the easy breeze.
The sky, vast & white,
Bright like J.W Turner's rays of light.
Low slung clouds meet mountain top
fairy tale fog kisses & skirts the rolling hills.
An echo of the opal foam breaking on mermaid tear waves.
You sit in this moment & think to yourself,
Here & now, I enjoy.
I am bliss,