When sun on Taormina sinks
Its lull will paint the evening still
In pastel, scarlet, orchid pinks.
Far yonder star, in silence, winks
So well aware the air will chill
When sun on Taormina sinks.
The boundless vista slowly shrinks
With twilight tints at nighttide's will
In pastel, scarlet, orchid pinks.
And, all at sea, the ocean drinks
The gentle rain from off the hill
When sun on Taormina sinks.
The solar sage above re-thinks
And yields a sundown-coloured spill
In pastel, scarlet, orchid pinks.
The light of dawn here interlinks
With dark of dusk, the day to kill,
When sun on Taormina sinks
In pastel, scarlet, orchid pinks.