Aeolian love

It smells like capers and jelly beans
the memory of schooldays in the islands
seagulls storming the sky
as Beethoven’s symphonies fill the air
and dreams drift upon white pages.

We both long for a phone call
and unspoken words brighten our day
Happiness and Peace fly with the chamal wind
and pompous Joy in dense vapours
mixes the champagne waters
in the hot noon Aeolian landscape
and spreads Love.