the moon at dawn
Beginning the day with song, attuned to love, listening, maybe a little singing…
I love all the lyrics as well, especially how the song gradually winds into full Italian singing, as if on a little gondola gliding over the water with the mandolin sounds and all the music…
Yesterday’s two poems: In the Deep, Expectant Dark by me.
Yesterday’s little memoir post: What? He Likes The Way He Looks Too