Cala del Moraig

Sun on the top at his brightest,
Mediterranean waters being meanest,
And friends at their friendliest,
My mind being easiest

I closed my eyes resting on rocks
Then I felt something unorthodox

Even though closed,
Eyes heard the sky
Ears talked to the sea
Skin tasted the sand
And mouth felt the heat

An evening at the Spain’s best
to save in my life’s chest
Awestruck when nature did molest
And rape my mind in the wild west

A treck and climbing paid off
Writing this, here I sign off