“Da Vinci(s)”

By Neil Cirilo


Lucky of Mona Lisa

Someone painted her lips curved

Of genuine happiness

Of joy and perfection

“Who paints mine,”

Often I ask

Existing in a million little things

Forming perfect curves filled with colors

They happened to be

Of good books, and unlined journals

Of printed shirts, and unplanned adventures

Of iced coffee, and solitary

Of squeezing creative juices

In the melodious murmurs of people

in a coffee shop

Trying to surf the waves of words

As I fill my journal

But what truly gives me

A happiness that last

A joy any heart wishes to have

A gift of time and love

Is the people around me

My friends and my family

I am their Mona Lisa

And they are my Da Vinci.