The Mediterranean's Gentle Breeze

Hidden in a meadow with shimmering grass and waving daises, I lay back and enjoy the Mediterranean's gentle breeze; fair lover, with eyes bluer and wider than the soft Italian sky, come and lay on my warm chest and delightfully sigh! No place in all the Earth makes lovers whisper and dream... while the peach and cypress trees, lower than the Tower of Pisa, diffuse their aroma by fluttering their branches to delight my Lisa; trust these lips, silent lover, and discover how passion becomes real! The rolling hills gracefully spread their scented, emerald blankets... as far as the distant horizon that greets every sunset and dawn, inviting us to watch the making of another superb season; and we accept their invitation by offering them an elegant dance! Frantic robins and canaries, warble at these sun-tanned feet, April's sadness has no unkind reason to impose its somber mood; your harmonious notes can create that perfect, danceable rhythm, not to let that hopeful heart, awaiting its joy, feel the emptiness of gloom! Kissing scarlet lips that demand a lover's touch and affinity, have the softness of the reddest roses in all Tuscany; many would sell their souls to have such a moment of ecstasy... as the Mediterranean's gentle breeze can make them taste eternity! Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci