Windmills stand like lollipops in
Fields of blue flowers.
The thum-thum-thum of the blades
Echo like a Nordic god drumming
Along to the changes of the seasons.
Calm water boarded by towers carrying contented families from
Island to island,
Jellyfish float aimlessly underneath invoking curiosity.
Open air and open
Minds breathe calm breaths
in the company of loved ones you know but never really knew or felt they could re-New.
Swords lofted high inviting a fresh beginning
to a story which already has many chapters.
A Ukelele, whipped cream, a spinning pig and New York, New York troubling the neighbours.
Morning breaks along with formalities and rest, rest, rest.
A second home that will always missed but the translations will always be set like Rosetta's stone.
