Through my travels across Europe, I, myself, was lucky enough to see and experience some breathtaking places. Some days all I would hear is music travelling down the streets, or see history enriched in the precious moments of time, and hear water elegantly passing through the nature around her.
As for Lago di Como, a small town near the heart of Milan, in Italy, was the first place I felt at home whilst I was on my travels. Giving off this beautiful energy and aura, this is my interpretation of the breathtaking town;
Lago di como,
a beautiful place it is.
for as you step off the train
and into the beautiful town,
you first notice the cobbled stone floor;
and o’ how it is imperfect.
some sides taller than the others,
and others criss-crossed like a vine;
yet how their imperfections make them perfect.
for the cobble is smooth,
and laced with a different kind of rock.
where the rock itself is cut,
just so it can be smooth and at ease
for the next tile to be placed.
yet after each and every tile,
a small opening is found.
whereby the tiles soon follow a similar accord,
all pointing in the one direction,
to a gentle sparkle if you like.
and after following the directions leading to the stillness,
an opening is adhered.
where the sun begins to shine,
and o’ how it shines over this beautiful sight.
for within the water,
a reflection is seen.
a reflection with cottages hanging off the cliffside
and boats reflecting from their docks.
for it is as if you are walking from a small little village,
to opening the gates to heaven,
and seeing the beautiful miracles that the angles perform.
and, in climbing the stairs,
to pushing the heavy doors,
it’s almost as light as a feather.
and, with the sights continuing to take my breath away,
i began walking.
walking from town to town,
o’ how you notice changes in language,
and the changes in views
… i soon found that my tongue no longer ran;
for speechless i became.
and in finally reaching this hidden passage,
with the markets beaming
and the trees glowing,
an overhead miracle gave way.
with the tree branches hanging,
and the people singing,
and the water calm,
that is when i felt her reaching the entry…
that is when i felt her push open the doors,
that is when i felt her truly feel at home;
yet, amongst it all,
i felt my heart deem itself full.
and with the water rustling,
and town glowing,
and boats anchored to the lakes floor;
i instantly felt at peace.
for who knew that such a place,
so far away from home,
could make you feel so at home?
who knew that it could bring
that broad smile to your face,
and broaden those beautiful cheeks of yours?
and, where the grass grew
and music played,
some would place towels along the grass,
and kneel and chat with their loved ones.
others would pluck the beautiful flowers that shouted ‘hi’
and place it in their ear;
and o’
how the birds would glide and chirp.
flying around the flowers,
amongst the animals,
and toying with the statues that lied bare;
they would finally ease off and fly into the horizon,
where the water continued to glow,
and the mountains began to cave inwards
and so too would the towns and their cottages.
although, where the tallest mountain sat,
there lied a lighthouse.
where only the birds could see its beauty;
they flew through the castles and above their tall statues,
and would glide right in front of you
to show off their magnificent wings and treasured gifts.
yet amongst it all,
and in the back of my mind,
all i could hear was her voice.
her voice telling me to follow
the old cobbled road.
for i thank you for showing me this phenomenal place,
although i am sorry.
i am sorry
that i cannot repay the favour
and spend another day here.
for my beloved, simply know that i will be back.
i will be back to see this beautiful paradise
and call you my home once again.
for with the privilege in my voice
and the blessing in my eyes,
i cannot tell you how thankful i am.
and o’ how i could continue talking about thee,
like a clock could continue to tick
and time would continue to pass;
yet like all good things,
we must say goodbye.
… although isn't it odd.
for with you
i could sit and watch this breathtaking place until the sun falls
and buona notte is spoken.
for you are my home away from home,
and what a beautiful place
Lago di como is.