Although I do not know who she was,
Or who she could be,
I have fallen in love with the girl in this exquisite fresco,
Eve of the morning light,
The apple ripe in her fingers.
And although she was born late in the Quattrocento,
And no one can tell her name or family,
She`s as vivid to me as my companion here beside me,
Her hand lodged gently in mine.
How strange it is we can fall in love with an image
That has little to do with our mundane lived reality,
An icon far removed from all we know.
It is as though we by pass time when stunned by beauty,
And yet we cannot stop time with a kiss.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
July 7th. - 9th. 2021.
The fresco of The Fall in The Raphael Loggia, The Vatican.
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