South of Here

South of here where medieval names

 wash ashore and the winds change a town's mood.

South of here where summer blossoms in heat 

 and every artist should be painting - even if with their body-

 the tales of each castle.

South of here where the sea lifts a harvest

 and a tower watches the windmill of time.

South of here where I'll go 

 to dream my summers and escape my centuries 

 twirling in pure campagne.