Poetic trattoria
a feast for the eyes
Visionary smorgasbord
of what — and then why
(Dreamsleep: April, 2025)
There, a quaint trattoria was near
We chose some bagels, sharp cheese and beer.
The waitress told us of a fine beach
Indeed it was quite within our reach.
Found the shore, the sea was calm that day.
It won't be easy to go away.
The yellow sand wet and clean, barefoot
We must never stumble nor stay put.
So many seashells adorned this place.
"I'll make you a necklace with true grace."
The sea billowed softly in and out
Should we have a swim or do you doubt?
We'll surf and dive beneath the deep waves
Search for some forgotten coral caves.
At last, we decided to leave for home.
Satisfied of our wandering roam.
A night in Venice (in sotto voce)
Moonlight shimmers over the Adriatic sea
Stars dancing on the waves in perfect symmetry
We talk of ancient adventure and gallantry
Masquerading dancers begin to fill the street
Smiling as they parade by, shuffling their feet
Unconsciously, we both are swaying to the beat
Inside the trattoria*, the music man plays
Vivaldi's concerto #4, in piano forte
We whisper murmurs of love in sotto voce*
As Casanova visions keep flooding my mind
Vivaldi's music syncopates in double time
Decoding my glances, your eyes begin to shine
We took a water taxi, back to the Hotel
We kiss under the Rialto bridge, passion swells
What we did the rest of the night, I'll never tell
Our night in Venice was a passionate affair
Put on your black dress and pearls, and take me back there.
*trattoria small dining establishment not a full menu like a restaurant
* sotto voce in an undertone, literally low voice (pronounced vo chee)
December 14,2016
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