Seventy Elders Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

Italian spring on the Mediterranean
Glass as clear as dawn
Jagged abodes on cliffs of the sea
Ghosts of the Renaissance
Romance has windows of the past
Moonlight on Spanish sliver

Will you love me like a Paris Painter?
No world wars
Feeling of a divine birth
Vivid color
Vivacious poetry
Freedom like a jewel of angels

No gods of the utilitarian prison
Space and natural changing light
Sea moves in your green eyes
Hair as supple as Chopin’s hands
Art is an Island of refuge
Fresh fish and vegetables

Jamaican coffee
Linden shade by the promenade
I transcend my background
We enter the Silk Road
Ancient trade routes
Villages of wisdom

Costumes, dances and spells
Ancestry, olive trees
Mountains and oracles
Stars and pathways
Tongues as mystical as beginnings
Seventy elders