Fragment III
Neo-Platonic decrees
we communicate with
the Divine through Love.
In the eye of Venus
the breath of sea breezes
dances on my skin and
the delicate sounds of
waves caressing the shore,
fills my ears.
I kneel and pay homage
to this angelic face,
immersed in the spirit of Love.
17 August 1994
Upon seeing Botticelli’s Birth of Venus
Once upon a time I sat writing in my journal, a poetry of sorts, while hiding from the Florentine sun on the patio of the Hotel Rivoli. It was a magical time.
