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