I’m standing here
Boats at anchor
Everywhere
Watching waves
From the sea
Drawing closer
Lapping near
I’m standing
In this foreign land
My ears at drawn
Drawn to whispers
In this place
Those words I hear them
Spoken in a foreign Tongue
I don’t understand them
It’s all broken
And obscure
Standing in this archway
With the sea an open view
Lamps of gas still hanging
Morning light like dew
Refreshing is this place
With the sea spray in my face
Relaxing are my thoughts
Murmurs in like tremors
In This ‘gorgeous place
I can see some steps
Where lots of people walked
Worn into all those footmarks
Where the doorways are open
I can hear those people noises
Drinking and the singing
Laughter of the dancers
In this magical place
Ancient is the window
As I look into this place
The archway is magnificent
So big to open space
I wandered through this archway
To see those boats so old
Fishermen with nets
In this harbours ancient fold
Whitewashed ingrain buildings
Wooden crafted doors
Wooden crafted windows
Old but not impaired
This building in this archway
So lovely is this place
This place
A picture
In a frame.
