"Manor" Daniela Dante | ||
Inside vast rooms
of the ancient manor
footsteps resound
the ceiling as a guise
of heavenly vault
of stars and celestial bodies
fills the eye
far and rare
the sky at your eyes
woman, girl
from the census recluse
yet in that sky
your soul goes
on the walls
in the gilded mirrors
your gaze paints
to the back wall
in the large fireplace
still burns
your pain
still the flame
white
resounds of tears
our path
-goes imperishable
your soul
lightly caresses
the walls, the paintings, the furnishings
of your castle.-
a sacred veil
as a caress
or cloud in the sky
discreet gift
for you.
Brescia, march 2020 - Daniela Dante
