Monday morning
The brick streets come to life
With one swift drawing
Of the market stands' curtains
Another day will begin
As the shoppers start wandering
Tasting the grapes
Sweetened and soft
Swimming in the fresh elegance
That they supply
Sampling the wine
True and revealing
Of the dedication
This town provides
Even on a day
When the world stays locked away
Deeply indulged
In undesired work and pain
Freedom is the only task
That these people dare to take part in
Time does not attract them
As if the weeks stand still
And the years shall not pass by
With these clouds of white
Off into the countryside
Away from the busy tide
Floating, complimenting
This summer's shine
Down this peaceful, dirt road
Embroidered by fresh dew
Hosting a vineyard
So promising and new
I dream of more dreams to pursue
For this feeling of boundless liberty
Takes hold of me faster
Than these birds flying above me
You even see it in the creatures
Of this eternal utopia
That life can indeed be wonderful
In a world so dark and sorrowful
There's a place where the light
Hits downward so right
And even the rainy days
Have their own ways
Of making life seem so bright
Love is something unsaid here
It just is, like the wind and the rain
It's as if love brings no pain
And they extend their hearts
Perceiving no fear
Just listen and you'll hear
It's in the music they play
On their ancient mandolins
The voice from within
Finds its way into this world
Touching the souls
Of the tattered and torn
Sharing its hope
With the withered and worn
Keeping their faith
Knowing it's more than enough
To just live life
With undying love
The flowers of this paradise
Show gratitude and grace
Smelling of this blossoming
Field's calm embrace
The steady beat
Of the grain’s dance in the breeze
Flows into my ears,
Once controlled by stress and tears,
And lures me into its hypnotic ease
Whispering to let myself
Fall and surrender
Walking into the gates
Of this entrancing place
That lives without time
Without crime
Without haste
This stage of no acting
This land of no age
But a heaven on earth
That is with no name
For its beauty and wisdom
Passion and love
All exist in a simple one
Breathing, believing
Under the Tuscan sun
