we can abandon

your time flows in summer’s fullness
your words flow, sweet, sun-filled
penetrating the inner core.
Beyond the curve
hard white clouds rise
a train approaches
dreams kiss.

unknown love-declarations.

who knows what words
secretly dwell
in the river
in the rocks.
What music is it
from the constellations
that holds the moon
in her heavenly bond,
far from the noise
of clamouring men.

rethinking the skies

open arches of love
in the blue sky over the river,
that laugh at the hats of straw.
The day gives birth again
in the corners of the street.

—Romeo Giuli