I am from cool summer nights, twinkling fireflies, glitter illuminates the sky.
I am from bare feet running in fields,
damp green squish between my toes.
I am from spotlights, big stages and microphones
Eyes closed, lungs expanded, let go.
I am from the city streets,
busy people, traffic lights, stuck in their bluetooth.
I am from a coffee addiction, where Starbucks is on every corner,
not a sugar person.
I am from the only sane one, oldest of four
always playing mommy.
I am from an addictive personality
searching and found, fearful of peace.
I am from Italian wine, black, boots and colored scarves,
born to be a European.
I am from beautiful Russian language, but I could never be Russian
I smile in pictures.
I am from the crisp strums of my guitar
gold and incandescent resonate the cherry wood and pearl.
Eager to live the passion that tempers my ardent soul.