Gianfranco Aurilio

Overlooking The Sky - Poem by Gianfranco Aurilio

On the cliff,
where dreams live
and the colours are wishes,
there is a little rock
on which I often sit.
Upon me the sea,
made of music
that cannot be heard
but can be seen,
of rivers
where sunsets flow
and dawns
dance with the moon.
Around me
the hands of the wind
tell stories
that I can touch
while the rays of the sun
playing run after each other
and under the cliff
singing nebuale
dress with light
the hair of the sky.


Topic(s) of this poem: fantasy

Comments about Overlooking The Sky by Gianfranco Aurilio

  • Shakil Ahmed (11/4/2015 8:11:00 AM)

    nice poem, the ending is very beautiful. thanks for sharing (Report) Reply

    Gianfranco Aurilio (11/4/2015 10:04:00 AM)

    Thank you very much for reading and for the comment, Shakil.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 4, 2015

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