I thought of you today
While walking in the sleeping vineyard
Touching my lips, they remember your kiss

Like dried and yellowed photographs
the landscape and these memories
spread out before me

As if in a trance
I follow the winding cobbled lanes
Well worn stones, wandered by so many
throughout the centuries
Their endless struggle
Knowing which path to follow

Under this cold cerulean sky
Do I choose a new way
Ever leading me into the Unknown
Challenging my internal dialogue
My beliefs

Or perhaps
Do I remain on this familiar path
The one that leads me back to you.