personal and confidential

if i choose not to hear the siren song
nor heed the urgings of my heart
if i fail to read between the lines
or reading them cannot find solace there
if i lack the will to laugh
the faith to cry
and if my bruised and battered heart
no longer has the strength to break anew

still
your name stands your image too
the fixed and starry pole round which my life
winds its weary way from empty night
to empty day

Roma 2004