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.