Italy and all its pure things

Italy and all its pure things

Nestled loosely under sun-soaked leaves
We drink the sunlight syrup
We dance through cool spring water
Dine on fresh peach
Grown from the earth, we play
This beautiful, broken
dream

I feel
As translucent as the rain
Falling through grass blades
I stop to watch
As the breeze comes
Quiet, steady

We watch
As the sun glowing amber
Descends
And my mind
Is soaked in this orange haze

I forget
For a moment
The passage of time
The sun,
The water and its ripples, its tides
The summer heat, its fresh green
Becomes all that seems true

I forget
To marvel at the beauty
Of how we too have
become the sun, a day
And I’m helpless
Bound by forces of time
To fall, and fade
And understand
How all things, even you
Are forever
Passing through me.

Photo: I took this photo last August (2017) in a small town along the Almafi Coast in Italy, to the right just out of shot is the house my family stayed in for a week in the summer.