Old Italy Poem by Rii Abela

With eyes closed tight I walk the street,
Breathing in to northern wind.

Drowning me in memories,
Like an ecstasy of forgotten dreams.

Memories:
Never fading;
Never waning.

Take me back to Italy.

Underneath a crescent moon and twinkling stars
Lost in depths of infinite skies,
On calm soft seas and melodies
In long lost love and in old red wine.

I return with longing in my heart,
As I open my eyes and follow the light
Never to return but in memory.

Take me back to Italy.