Kitsune1987

Ever is the full white eye keenly fixed below I figure it never found its muse Or can never get enough. Perhaps it alone is concerned, in the end, And searches still for spirited, Audacious Icarus. I eavesdrop often on the wide, arching palm fronds that rustle And murmur to rooftops of red Spanish tile, Which, overlapping, lay silently, working on their tans. Further down White diamonds glitter on the surface of the bay Rippled by wind and wake And as in a cosmic sea, This school of stars dance and leap Beside one another, weaving above the nebulous infinity below, Winking up at their mother Far above. I came from Gasparina, Calabria, Ov