PRVIĆ

Morning breeze whispering over your face,
as you glide with ease over the soft waves.

A wild beach begging you to anchor down and rest,
before you continue your quest.

At the sole mercy of Neptune once more, to the port of a faraway paradise,
a spire reaching skywards before your eyes.

Spiky companions dotting the ground of the clear water,
a perfect home-to-be standing ahead, offering its quarter.

Salt crusting up on your skin,
Lips brushed by a taste akin.

A coffee break at leisurely pace by the shore, giving you strength to conquer the sea by way another might dread,
while seagulls are guarding the port ahead.

aThis magical feeling blossoming anew in your heart
Harbored, sheltered and never to depart.