The Sicilian Sun

Taormina

I’ve been thinking about the wild bougainvillea,
It grows wild along the stone walls in Taormina
And the gentle October light, so late in the afternoon,
Embracing the crimson petals,
I was alone.

My grandfather waited for me in some café,
Patient with my wanderings, he passed the day
Listening to the street singers in the language of his youth
While I roamed the streets looking for peace,
Or maybe just the truth.

The Sicilian sun went down,
(It sleeps in side the volcano)
And when I looked to the dark mountains,
I swear I saw Christ’s halo.

I’ve been thinking about the wild bougainvillea,
It grows wild along the stone walls in Taormina –
That night we rode down to the sea,
My grandfather with me,
And the lights of Naxos shone like so many stars.

Note: The poem above is actually the lyrics to a song of the same name that is included on my CD, Darkness Visible (Virginia Wagner, Anvil Records). You can hear samples Sicilian Sun on iTunes, and other songs on CDBaby.com

Author: Virginia Wagner Galfo

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