Santa Margherita

If we were back again in Santa Margherita

The whitecaps would be announcing

A new chill upon the waters

For it is autumn

And the last leaves would be applauding

With gentle reminder winds.

We would take the evening train

North to the River Po

And watch the water

Move upon itself toward somewhere.

We would communicate

In silence and with whispers

As if not wanting a second shared

Or by sound have it blemished.

 

There would be hungry kisses

Your eyes filled with invitation

And you would be more beautiful

Than all your yesterdays.

And the boasts of diamond stars

The wind songs through tall grasses

The dance of fireflies

And the chorus of crickets

All would be in praise of us

As we imitate the gods

With each thrill and thrust.

Surely it would be so, I dream,

More surely than time or tide,

If we were back again in Santa Margherita

Reviews

[Lydia Shutter]

A melancholy write filled with romantic longing....how poignant your words are! The imagery is so lovely.
"We would communicate in silence and with whispers" Heavy sigh....just gorgeous! Lydi**