The Light of Cortona
Ancient history lives
In this hilltop village.
Sunflowers greet the morning sun.
Old men liberated from labor
sit in fellowship on sun warmed stone steps
reviewing the parade of those passing by
with judgments confirmed by elbows on windowsills above.
Generations of knowing hands
shape and nourish this mountain's soul.
cutting the Carrara, painting pastel walls,
forging bricks and burning charcoal.
Dancing in the piazza begins and ends
days of wedding celebrations.
Flowers and wine bind the kisses
of the bride and groom.
Old floor boards creak,
shadows of ghosts speak,
the Bubonic decimation,
betrayals and family feuds.
faces of evil send
forgotten messages of Torquemada
and the blackness of the fascist fist.
Centuries come and go,
the dance of good and evil
On this peaceful perch
mirrors the drama
of the world below.
The sun will always rise
on this gentle pinnacle,
dark forces can never extinguish
the light of Cortona.