Sono Andati

Winter returns. 

I hear the autumn in its laughter, true as the “Sono andati", warm in the death of our time. There is no life nor love that grows more and more by a shadow formed in dark silence . 

What once raised, iconic as the sun and warmed us twice the bolder nights, now raises its melting light against our appetite come madness. And so I must submit, a lover of all things, in winter as well as all seasons, to share my finest hour and deepest wounds with absinthe dripped into bitter wine.

It is these moments and reasons, 

though I must laugh all the same, true to my own “Sono andati" and true to whatever pale lesson there's to be learned without the greatest of insanity for love. It is time, but it is time returned and time unstolen in course, repaid. It is the sunlight itself that has been scurried away by a storm too, too far from our course into the well of that hour that ends without reason, warmed by a stranger's tale and nursed from our dreams by the waning of a candle's meager light. 

Reviews

[Ken e Bujold]

a poem of many appetites. As I was reading my mind began to seek out comparisons to other similar reads. I was most reminded of the Frenchmen, Verlaine and Rimbaud. High praise? Indeed, but worthy. If not subject related I was drawn to the atmospheric similarities to Verlaine's Moonlight.

a superb read perdition

ken

[Perdition]

Well, whether it be a stab in the hand or a shot in the dark both are quite worthy of praise, and yes they were all deep influences at one point. or another. A Season in Hell and "mingling with the pale moonlight", Love that line in Verlaine's Moonlight. That mad capper of a Frenchman. I'll rewatch Total Eclipse as well from time to time as I love Leonardo DiCaprio's interpretation as Rimbaud but yes I still remember those Hot Climates and Pale Moonlight...how could you not? Thanks for the kind words ken!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

dreams are lit, then burn out....love is lit and then burns out.
Autumn comes from that dark silence...and we embrace a winter...that brings a certain insanity...a dementia...a failing of health...the coldness...we are allowed to live so many seasons...and then
whatever comes next.
j.

[Perdition]

And hopefully, we go through all of that with intent and passion. I watched lives in life wandering, and this is since eight, but I watched and wondered why they left one cage for another. In the end, there was madness close by and well enough but what a life and world we've made for each other. I imagine you swing for that fenceline j. just as well as you know, Thank you for the kind thoughts and words as always Professor~