Towards the endless horizon,
Accompanied by gold sunsets;
Here lies: the sea –
Luminous and transparent.

Heaven’s cherubim.

I; the impure, mortal soul,
Mesmerised by the captivating
Sight, took a step – trespassing.

Enchanted by the warmth of the sea –
I bathed.

Born anew: cleansed;
Given a second chance.

Nevertheless, did I?

Corrupted by mortal emotion,
I refused my new life;
Stained –
The blue sea with
A crimson sight.

What once were transparent,
Now is obscure.
Tainted with impurities.

It responded.

The sea was,
No more, a tame creature;
Rather, a ravaging force.

The portentous waves,
Dragged me away,
In the depth of the sea.
Shrouded by darkness,
Blinded by my own corruption,
I lost sight…

The golden sunsets –
Mere figments of my imagination.

Alone.
Resentful.
Caged.

By my own emotions.

I lost sight…
Now; I lost my life.

Stumbling in the darkest nights,
In search for light –
Which will never come.

I ventured too far;
I opened too much;
I should’ve kept my mouth –
Shut.

Now; I am intoxicated:
By the darkness;
By my thoughts;
By my emotions.
They never –
Shut up.

Drinking shuts their voice –
Only for a couple of hours;
So, I drink and drink and
I drink. It makes me feel –
Better. But, its venom hurts.

Yet, I feel great.
So, I continue.

Although, I am slowing dying,
I won’t have to hear their voice.
I will die in peace –

Intoxicated.

I have never before been to Italy
But I go there in my mind;
Calling all the local men by your name
And observing no rapid tide.

I drink tea that gets not cold
But ever warmed by the arancia sun-
That soothes my paleness,
And makes me one.

And if I should ever die in this cornucopia of colour,
It would not be as I had hoped;
For Italy was a country to find together,
Not where I, alone, should *****.