Poetic Dreamer

I dream in fits of passion,
where writing is my only release
Moments when the world turns slow
and it seems like I can't see.
So many nights of what would be passion
so many days of lies to myself
and here I am content alone
writing to myself.
Moments when the world grows
and darkness swallows the night
I see the faces yet again
and I smile as the memories feel alright.
I am what I have become
an Italian dreamer
lost in a political world
armed with a pen and a paint brush
leaving masks and moths in my wake.
I dream in fits of passion
expressing myself as I am able
believing in magick and spirit.
Not knowing what I want to be
content with the path I lead.
I dream in fits of passion
and smile if I sleep.
Writing poems on night time air
and believing in everything.
I dream in fits of passion,
I love in ways untold
and I write to myself
and dream in Italian.

Poetic Dreamer