Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Saturday, December 28, 2019

AL DI LA by Emilio Pericoli May I have this dance?









Al di la means you are far above me, very far

Al di la, as distant as the lovely evening star


Where you walk flowers bloom


When you smile all the gloom turns to sunshine


And my heart opens wide


When you're gone it fades inside and seems to have died




Al di la, I wondered as I drifted where you were


Al di la, the fog around me lifted, there you were


In the kiss that I gave was the love I had saved for a lifetime


Then I knew all of you was completely mine.

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