Meeting sea breeze...

Traveling
Through the windy wonderous road
he felt after a long time
Sea breeze...
The breezy sea cool
Sweeping in...
Sweeping feel,

Traveling through
The unwoken street
Of the city
Which slept restive in peace
And bred poetry,
he felt the same Dante piazza happy
Woken up inside...
After the shortest of the shorter time
A life time
Of the Big,
Taking a slow but huge swig
Of a Chardonnay...
As if he had all the anticipation
Of such a known unknown wine...
That he had in company of a painter
Amadore kind
Once sipped...
And he like a morning serenade
Became a sonata...
A music...
A song...