The Color of Dance
I was met by colors,
so soulful and beloved,
my first evening in Venice.
I was met with the kind
of thrill one can only find in
a foreign place.
A place where one can live
without troubles and fall in love,
over and over again
with the colors and scenes
of something so ancient yet always new.
I hold dear to my heart
the woman I met.
The one I spent the night with,
the one that will always have my heart.
And I will think of her in the colors
of red, yellow, orange, and green
and when I taste fruits of the earth
and drink Italian wine by myself
alone in my home.
Where my wife and son
have no idea how I long to
see and feel the color of dance
on a Venetian night once more.