Dreaming with eyes open

This is a poem i wrote before i left to rome last week. I will write one more at the conclusion of my trip.

Walking between the sea and streets of cobble stone.
Thinking of all i can be, while gazing at remains and marble thrones.
I have never been to a place so diverse and grand.
Never had i had the same joy to traverse sand and land.
Im dreaming with my eyes open, i hate to ever close them.
Sun beaming on the beach as my soul lies open, hopin' this stays in reach,
Stuck in moments wishing god had froze them.
Walking here has me feeling roman. Walking by their theaters and on top of castles where once stood some bow-men, as i read the omens. I love the culture and the history, buried in time among myths and mysteries. The weather is rarely bad and a pessamist barely sad. It seems god smiles brightly on this land and sea. Doors to paradise are all around it seems, and in our hands, the keys. This land has all you could ever ask for, nobody to hide behind a mask for. Only moments that take your breath and you have to stop and gasp for. Its something you'll always long for, long after you leave. Something you'll always remain strong for, even when it seems impossible to conceive. Of course, this is through my eyes only. Some walk by me and misjudge and think, "that guys lonely". But if only they seen the world as i seen things, they would realize that most problems in life are but like bee stings...