Arba Mistika

A place which stands on the top of a hill,
A place which offers people peace and much good will,
A place of serenity and mystic,
A place of pleasure you can seek.

A place called Arba Mistika,
A place of fortune no weaker,
A place with palm tress and rice paddies,
A place of love and sweet green trees.

A place a sandy road it reaches,
A place of magnificent sunsets it teases,
A place of blessed and sacred magic,
A place where time sits still and static.

A place of great and far reaching wonderment,
A place which leaves the heart with fulfilment,
A place to take your breath away,
A place which transcends night and day.

A place for all faces,
A place for all places,
A place you must visit and stay,
A place which will bring happiness all day.

The Brighton to London Poet

© 2008 MCARB