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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