Tutmoses gazing ‘cross the Nile
saw your image on the water
Cleopatra held Antony’s hand
and kissed it by your light
Nero plucked his lyre
while you shined on burning Rome
Did Mehmet look upon your face
atop the walls of Byzantium?
You shined that night
on Santa Maria
and when they came for Atahualpa.
Watched the Sioux ghost dance
and the Mahdi pray outside Khartoum.
Cixi sat in her pavilion, drank tea and reminisced.
Did your visage ache the doomed
along the Volga that Christmas?
Watching countless Romeos
caress the breasts
of countless Juliets
you shined on me as well tonight.
Am I one with the infinite?
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and for your listening pleasure, Carlo Buti singing Luna Marinara from 1936
toritto 
Nice Frank. Very nice.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Hi Pete – an oldie, probably scribbled 5 or 6 years ago (during my “romantic” period!) and just hanging around. I’m lazy today so I put it up! 🙂
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lazy is OK when you are our age, in fact it is characteristic! good piece!
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Yes, a good piece. All eyes have seen it, across the generations, across vast spans of time and space. It abides. It broods. It speaks of forever.
I think I’ve known the mood even if I could not express it in words. Especially in autumn when I am often in the woods alone, either returning from an evening’s hunt or heading in some several hours ahead of daybreak. I especially like those quiet solitary walks under a full moon. It certainly is an intimation of eternity, of time standing still, as it always was, as it always will be. At least that is the mood. Alive in a moment of eternity while being acutely aware that I must and will die.
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Hi Norm – yes everyone has seen it and it has seen us all. As I mentioned above, I wrote this piece years ago – during my “romantic” period! 🙂 Regards/
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