COME VIENE...VIENE! (WHAT COMES...COMES!) The sun is preaching her sermon to the town of Praiano that clings to the cliffs in wonder. Here in her hand of light & water she tells the parables of pebbles. One wave waves to another as she walks upon the water. Bells undress Time disrobe her of her hours. Lemons grow big-bellied on branches pregnant with yellow. The juice of the Future praying in a church of trees. Here, a congregation of butterflies & bees. Grapes dream of being turned into wine. Figs ripen with pleasure. The gods of pagan times survive disguised as statues. I only believing in the religion of a woman’s laughter. And even now as darkness grows upon the rose it’s as if the sunlight never leaves only changes colour and the sunlight darkens only to blossom into the next morning in love with Time.
Posted on: Mon, 10 Mar 2014 07:43:53 +0000
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