by Marc Gunn, December 31, 2004

I made some wonderful friends on my trip to Italy that I'll always remember.

A new year, a new heart,
A new face,
Burned on my conscience
Like a gothic shadow of Mother Mary
On a piece of toast...
But tastier.

by Marc Gunn, December 30, 2004

Spending time alone with a million beautiful people and things to see, I couldn't help but write love poetry inspired by bella Italia.

Cercando for l'amore
   without walls;
Love that is friendship
   and amore,
Passion and romance
Holding each other on Roman walls,
Hearing heartbeats
Like thunder in my ears
Drumming in ritmo with the world.

A piece of existence
Born and borne on the back
   of a grey and white horse,
Racing across la pianura
Finding safety, security, and
   un po' pazza
   in blades of grass
   that grace her feet.

Give me a kiss
Beneath the brilliant
   blue skies del rinasciamento
And the Gothic sighs
   of angels
   weeping at the passing
   of a mystery.

Our pens scrive insieme
But kilometers apart
Ma they write...
They write the same worlds
   in different words.
Una lingua insieme
Un heart as one
Sotto the fading sun
Of una camera cold and and uncaring.

by Marc Gunn, December 19, 2004

I took a train through the Swiss Alps and was blown away by the gorgeous whiteness of snow. It left me daydreaming.

Blossoms of white
On frozen trees of brown.
There's a fine powder
Blinding and unwinding
As the soft sun pokes through
The weary winter haze.

A bird lights soft on a branch,
Hard enough to send
A shower of white rain from the branches
Onto my head.

Pure bliss.
Bathing in cold snowy showers
From these wintery flowers
Admidst Europe's white towers.