While the red butterfly melts its wings Within the light in the poppy chain The pink gray cloud of the sunset rings.
On the gray pink sky the light rays wane And throw our love in cold bloody pain.
The leaving sun abandons the sky For a while and like the crickets crawl, The whispers of leaves seems to say "Bye!" The coming night seems to be a haul Looking at the moon with a black eye.
The sun and the moon finds synergy Light becomes gray regolith of moon With helium fusing energy.
The moon looks like a yellow balloon, Being swaddled in a big cocoon.
Or like our thoughts enveloped in words, When our souls are surrounded by love Having white feathers like Holy birds Sometimes being like globs which rain down For giving us some divine awards.
Like a rain of love human spheres Pouring up to Him when they can hook Or falling back down to disappear.
People start to keep a dying look, And the air has a fragrance of fear.
Their waves are liquid shocking insight, Never reaching the infinity.
They are like rays in the pure light.
The light is an arch for Trinity, While dressed in wind seems to be the night, Stars are candles and God lights them all.
The colors withdraw in the lost light.
In the black darkness they look so small.
The seeds of dream germinate for fight Becoming real for breaking their wall.
The poem is a double Quintain (English and Sicilian)