Dolce vita

With the sun on back
Have you ever sat
On a cliff...
Overlooking the city
As if in a cauldron set deep?

With the breeze soft
Playing with the ends cropped
Of hair so indulgent like a mother
Have you ever looked up the canvas
Of the blue so pleasant and true?

Well...
I have once...
Got that chance
Many many years ago perhaps...
Almost forgotten like picture under dust...

But...
I know that was the moment...
Perhaps my only one so far
My dolce vita...sure!