LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA
This is my place to be
and I will always be
close to the oldest fields
so green
From the windows I see
some quaint and lovely peaks
and the big stag which leaps
out here
The little insect is mislaid 
 is crying but it seems to pray 
the stars fill now the sky 
the night they clarify 
And suddenly I feel better 
the burdensome matters 
they melt inside vastness 
they flee over a mare 
One day I will live here
to bury all my fears
and the past when it sears
it’s clear
There’s no accursed fact
while I can feel intact
and all the past can help
to berth
The little insect is mislaid 
 is crying but it seems to pray 
the stars fill now the sky 
the night they clarify 
And suddenly I feel better 
the burdensome matters 
they melt inside vastness 
they flee over a mare 
 27th June 2020