MEDVEJA

Far gone are the crowds, the loud noise, the smoggy city air,
You're off and won’t be found out here.

Brimstone & peacock butterflies, lizards your only chaperon,
Sheltered by the vibrant canopy the morning sun casts its light upon.

Pebbles to solid rock, blossoms to chestnut trees in their best frock.
The sea breeze gently enmeshing you in its heady scent,
Roots building the lifeline of this desolate blend.

Guiding you up, up, up to a once flowing creek,
a midday sun ray briefly kissing your cheek.

Rest up amid all that nature has to bestow,
Before up to the next plateau you'll go.

Gorge yourself on the grapes of life up here, standing at the precipice with Medea’s offering oh, so near.

Down a winding trail,
Sea to summit and back again, where fishermen set sail.

Headfirst into the deep blue sea,
Briefly wondering who now might be,
standing up there and glance upon thee.

To your right, a cove discovered eons ago by the Greek sorceress,
which – without a doubt – enjoyed her special caress.

Along the coast you wander, back to where you meet
Angels, demons & bus drivers, smiling knowingly in their seat.