Mediterranean Way

Down the Mediterranean way,
Like a promise long ago, being kept
That I'd kiss your lips
Some day
Between lyrics being written or a poetry being versed
And a song being sang, here and now
Standing, where you stood once before
By the sea, the beach discovering poetry
With an obsessive obsession like never before.
Looking at you, your hair of gold
Your eyes so blue
Your lips red, could not take my eyes, of you
Your lips so red so true with that tinge of blue.
Looking at you obsessively so
You're the one I've been searching for
Whether your near or far
Search I must for you, so near yet so far
I can sense your, scent breathe you
Like the Med..So clean so true
In relation to you looking so handsome, so clean and new
Like the beginning of a new day's were you
Your wings so light taking flight in the moonlight
Like Icarus flying so close to the sun, scorching his wings.
If I were Michaelangelo I'd shape carve you
Every sinew..every little dent in you, I'd mould,
My fingers gentle and true
I'd breathe love into you and a smile so true, lighting your eyes
And the Van Gogh colours that only he knew
Mixing colours dreamed by he the yellows and blues
The shades of green the hues of colour ambiguously mixed
And with my words I'd entice you
To hold to touch to feel, you touching me
To be completely mine now, would you!
Over those rocks, I lie watching floating corals
As I touch the transparency so real
Into my hands, I weep believing not
Your hands reaching me softly gently
Inhaling the scent of he
I can scent the ocean on you the beach
Those, beauty's scantily dress or not
Cavortin' all around him
Whispering the story the river exiting to the sea
Describing me or not
Must be, kept our secret
Only the river and the Mediterranean sea will know
Am not that far away from He
The one I love and ask would you?
Walk with me
To a home forgotten
Would you!

                               By Connie James.