For once in our driven life we let time slip away
From our darkened room on the highest floor, we took in the Venetian view
Below us, the brides to be and gondoliers, the wheelchair-bound and the football freaks
Mingled with the tourists in their mismatched holiday wear
We're feeling quite Italian
Bongiorno lady fair...
The wildfowl entertained us, tugging at my hair
Breaking crystal glasses with a crack of burnt sugar there
And he's gone
From the ancient Moorish frame
That terracotta stucco peeling in the sun-weathered by the mists of Autumn and behind each door, each pane, another's life unfolds minute by minute in the sundial twenty-four hour face
And we slow the pace
Just today
We step out of the race
Self-taught
Self-made
Threads loosened
Time tied
Beads of glass and gold
Little worlds
Little globes
Marco Polo setting sail
Under the Murano blue
Leaving on a perfect day
Taking with him treasure within our hearts
The Venetian returns from his darkened room and gazes down
Aware and unaware of where we are today
We move on, wonder in our souls
Drinking in the sense of the moment
The moments that have drawn us here today
And there's nowhere in this world that would be wrong
But we are in the heart of this place
This special place that is another room, another window, another view, another moment painted in time
A gilded fragment of our life's mosaic
Glimmering bright in the light of noon, in the night of moon
And we gaze from our window
Still tangled up in love
About the Creator
David Ireland
David Ireland is a writer, broadcaster, musician and artist.
David also works under the pseudonym Cas Greenfield and with the Electro band Kuhl
Follow David's work as Cas at www.casimirgreenfield.com
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