I walked into a sunset that did not belong to me, Its vivid colours burning across the Mediterranean Sea. In a fragile, elusive moment of composure I gazed at the choppy sea moving closer To the rugged, pebbly, rocky shore Where I stood alone against the Rock. The Rock of Gibraltar watched with a smile As the turbulent Med pulsating with life Scattered its waves against the strand, And the sapphire waters kissed the ancient land. The stormy sea embraced the coast With fierceness intangible as a ghost. The air vibrated with a taste of freedom, With barely audible words of wisdom That travelled across the centuries To fill the tangy air with memories. The voices from the past enveloped the Rock In an alluringly mythical, protective cloak. I gathered the strength I drew from the Rock; Fears discarded, the resolve growing strong, I walked the Med Steps to the very top Against a dazzlingly splendid backdrop Of the breathtaking views of the bay, Basking in the aura of fears thrown away. Intoxicated by the beauty, hungry for more, I was feeling elated to the very core. The fear of heights temporarily conquered, The contentment felt almost awkward. Suddenly, the world seemed a different place: Offering the nature's graceful embrace. As the starry night slowly descended, In my solitude, I felt protected By the mighty Rock standing tall and grand Guarding the ancient, immemorial land.