The soft voices are calling me
Their melodious whisperings are so intriguing
I want to follow them.
I feel the peace that they are bringing to me.
Peace.

I can just imagine the big white sailboat
Slowly cruising through the Mediterranean sea
Heading for the mountains
The wind si blowing my hair
Lifting it from my eyes so that I can see better.
The smell of salt, the stinging on my warm skin
The sun is so orange
And the sky is so purple
I feel like I’m in a fairytale
But I’m going home.

July18, 2006
14:23