Cypress pencil pines mark

the verdant pathway to Montenegro,

houses strewn on the foothills of mountains,

the blue morning bay below

looks translucent in its sleepy stillness,

the transgresssors’ confession against their neighbours

buried deep beneath unfathomable abyss,

peace reigns now, my hazy vision scans

the sky for a glimpse of our Lady of the Rocks,

saviour of sailors risking lives on the high seas,

a prayerful gaze has mesmerized my soul.