AMAZING PORN!!!!! not really, i just want you to read

Sicily Fading

I dreamt of a night now fading
spent beneath clear sicilian sky
against a cypress wet with dew
Recollected memories of days
spent playing tag in rows of olive trees
falling into each other arms open
and rolling in pastures beneath the moon
Love was born and we nurtured it
with sweet white wine and mysticated nights
That dress, her skin, cascading cedar ringlets
How the light played in her eyes, I will never forget
I sit back now lost in thought

And light another cigarette

 

The imagery of that is exquisite,truly romantic.

 

Wow, this is beautiful. I'm not sure you need the last two lines,though, they seem to take away from the rest of the poem. And I think "open arms" flows better than "arms open" but that's must me.

 

thank you both very much. i was trying to emphasize the nostalgia with the last two lines, and the fact that the entire poem is just a memory. i was also trying to bring the poem back to reality with the last lines, to kind of show that sometimes the best memories hurt the most.