Sipping sweet sangria as the sun sets,
ruby filled glasses now silhouettes...
The hypnotic music ends perfectly,
as the sun sinks over the Mediterranean sea.
Hierbas, frigola, a little thyme for sweet anis,
a mysterious potion, inhibitions cease...
Enticing bottle of secret source,
steers the soul on a magical course.
The sand still warm under naked toes,
a moonlit walk, to where, who knows...
The stars just guide us, as they do,
in this place where dreams come true.
Memories to forever treasure,
of life, love and so much pleasure...
Sweet dreams sail me back someday
journey to my month of May.
Sant Antoni I shall return to find
that part of me I left behind...
Amongst the coves or cliffs so high,
to where my happy soul can fly.
What a woderfully romantic little piece.Splendid divertissment.
excellent poem..wonderful write...well done..A10 Ency Bearis
'That part of me i left behind', , great lines..i want to read it again, , imagery, memories and coffee, , its only imagination 10
Fond memories lift and brighten the heart and life becomes so much sweeter, lovely write Chris 10
Tia, your poem is stunning with glorious imagery. I would love to go to Cafe Del Mar as I have played music from there for years. I am green with envy! Then again, maybe you have imagined it all, as this is what a wonderful poet like you, would be able to do so well. 10 Karin Anderson
Tia this had me captivated from beginning to end... and that is what separates mediocre poetry from brilliant poetry. Very well done... Regards Alf
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi Tia. It sounds like your soul is already flying and it has taken us all on the journey with you to the Cafe Del Mar and beyond. a truly wonderful read Regards Dave T.