The Bells of Tuscany

When dawn cuts deep to pierce the dreamy haze,

grown-old boy still wishes he was wiser,

and Tuscan bells ring echoing the day.

 

A lark and robin chorus wait to play

shrill chirp songs to mark the moments after

another dawn to melt the dreamy haze.

 

The doe stands timid – knows she cannot stay –

flicks out tongue to taste the dew drops faster,

and Tuscan bells ring echoing the day.

 

In these same hills da Vinci’s childhood lay.

These grape-olive fields urged that creator

to flee the dawn that woke his dreams from haze,

 

and share his bright illuminating way.

He sees Beauty here, but Truth outlasts her,

and Tuscan bells ring echoing each day.

 

He smiles and takes the sight, then walks away;

Swift-steps echo soundless through the clamor,

as hungry dawn devours his dreamer’s daze,

and Tuscan bells ring greeting him today.

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