Montisola Evenings


Thin and soft,
Montisola evenings
rain down on us.

The fireflies, thoughts,
the soft sensations
meet at sunset.

It releases the desire
between the sky and the lake
and touches the mountain.

The forest nearby
is full of omens:
gnomes and owls in the night,

dragons, fairies, and witches
performing their rituals,
silver and black coloring.

Time has denied us,
away, far beyond that lake
among other lights, other omens.

We contemplate the insights,
followers of the imagination.
On the other side, you are running.

Hidden personalities are within us that only the imagination can bring out. They arise, producing moments of elation, depression, and irrational tears. We learn to hide the heat in our hearts, as well as the sadness. Nobody realizes our happiness or our tears hidden behind two smiling eyes.