Streets Of Stone

Deeply blue slightest hint
of Tuscan golden light
seeps through clouded skies;
while God like images dance about
– and cathedral bells ring…
Brilliance not defined
by the written word,
or captured moments
looking glass lens
Nikon click and go immortal
I could fall in love here
I could walk the streets of stone
Sidestepping with delight
the sudden fly-by motorino
– warm breeze softens the blow
Street art political figures
shout out to passers by
Democracy was never crystal clear
here on ancient stucco walls
that hold secrets
from a turbulent past
Not unlike the way
lovers hold one another
in the calm of a Firenze night
I could fall in love here
I could walk the streets of stone
Sidestepping with delight
the sudden fly-by motorino
– warm breeze softens the blow
Past and present mesh together
while gently caressing seductive eyes
reach beyond the language barrier
The way your hand would fit into mine
– and our long walks remembering a time BC
I could fall in love here
I could walk the streets of stone
Sidestepping with delight
the sudden fly-by motorino
– warm breeze softens the blow

© 2015 TrilbyYates

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