Lines written on Francesca’s birthday (1)


The voices seem so quiet now
Quietly in wait for us to fall
To fall forgetful into their forgiving arms
To fall apart
And to forget our passion’s vows
Our precious vows.

Yes, there are some who’ll put their finger to their lips
In case our voices stir their everlasting peace
And as those others close their lids to sleep
Among the sleeping
We’re dancing still upon our coffins
With our bare feet

Yes, I do believe the sun it also rises
But I am not surprised some think it’s getting cold
And if there are no more surprises to behold
I do believe
The scribbled notes along the margins
Is where the tales of the brave are told.

– o –

25 July 2012


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