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