Leo my leo

An  afternoon with you
Would be an intaglio of
Tinted curveous dream
Sfumato in the Tuscan
Countryside of yore
Where nothing is
What it seemed to be
Dolce  colori dimly lit
Water flow from a river
You would describe
Your take on nature
I would talk about
How your inventions
Your investigations
Presaged what is now
And I would invite you
To time travel with me.
You would probably
Take me up on my offer
Wanting to know
Another 500 years
Knowledge of science
Realizing that you
In your time was
The only renaissance man
And in mine too.