this river of life

below the balcony

more then I imagined

almost too much to believe

to Pisa

to calm

to heal

to love

our lives and our fate

ministering wings in passing

fashion kings and queens

to social pageantries

in the sight of a thousand fawning eyes

here a lone wounded singer

leans on a cypress tree and lingers

gathering strength

this is on me and you

the dew

the morning

an angel’s flight

death remains dormant when these agree