here we go again

looking at life through shades of green
and shades of blue
letting yourself be taken by time
and not wonder,
not worry
about what is coming about
just let the cool breeze comfort you

one becomes a saint in a Raphael fresco
one awaits the singing of angels as they descend from the heavens
to eclipse the sun and announce the deliverance of one's soul
one awaits
wait
wait

you can do that in Tuscany,
wait,
and it is a pleasure to wait, as you drift away,
letting go of the hand that holds you to the present,
over the hills,
through the dense hot air,
across the dry arid plains,
drifting quielty,
calmly,
you can sense it,
you can taste it,
you can feel it,
you are overwhealmed by it,
this heat,
this dusty heat,
the smell of rosmary rising from the ground,
the sound of galoping horses,
this beauty,
everywhere
the history,
the power and the glory,
the blood,
the violence,
the betrayals,
the whispers,
the myths,
the beliefs...

nothing matters any more