Bella Isabella de Medici

( ''For love of a Medici'' to buy click here ) Sun & frescosearching the impossiblealways…. Palazzo Medici rings emptyremembers your footfalllove floating from your steps……. Are echoes translatable?no reflection in the mirrors your brothers fat from gloryhands slaked with your blood. Listen for the tears of your childrenweeping for your absence……. Now tourists flood your palacethunder in the afternoon waiting for your ghostmemory in etched stone ……… Out there the hills roll into nightolive groves, vineyards that you grew. I creep beneath your skingather the fallen pearls peeling back the pointwhere light snuffed out darkness fell……… Immortality a meaningless word:I say you saw an Angel once crossing the room; held in lightlike swallow’s song shattering the silence& for a moment out of time I saw you too.