Maestros Of Vaulted Skies
Under Florentine sunsets, once home to maestros and Pope's,
Ruled Medicis shallow ego, carved in marble from impassioned breasts,
A Renaissance of heart creating visions of Man's Hope's,
Donatelli, DaVinci, Michaelangelo some of life's royal guests.
Each masterpiece a harlequin of dreams, unveiled before our eyes,
That dance skyward in gardens of angels, God's basilicas in bloom,
Creations unparalleled under Firenze's scaffolded skies,
Depicting the heavens above, below the depths of Man's ruins.
Sculptured from God's own hands each master breathes fire,
Immortality emblazoned reaching untouched minds and hearts,
Their spirits soaring the gothic dome Brunelleschi inspired,
Giotto's bell tower peeling, in crypts eternal maestros departed,
The seven hills of Rome where the Vatican resides,
Visionary gifts to man, bestowed a world of beauty endowed ,
Where The Sistine chapel rises in the dome vaulted skies,
Each work flawless in presence of breathless centuries renowned,
A world without maestros is like a world without pain,
The more that you feel it, the more from life you gain,
Embrace the richness of Time, see their souls in their art,
Feel the warmth of their love embodied in their hearts.
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Daniel Caplin
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