Upon a time,
not long ago..
When spring
was still abundant
in its flows.

When winter
was still fading
as a ghostly
memory.
Away from home,
across
The Ocean-sea..

I roamed
The Old World streets
of a magnificently aged
port city.
Ships came and went
about their business,
unlike me.

I wandered aimlessly
and marveled
at the purple flowers
blooming on
the jacaranda trees.
I felt the pain
of beauty overfill me.