The Florentine Riff


Oh what hills surround your air
Where men’s genius will find a dare
Where women’s will matches the wit
Of those grown old through fear

There are things that you hear
Where God will find a place to paint his deer
Where walls will give you a world
That gleams with joy as you stare

You might want to say a prayer
When such sentiments are aroused
Where the light of truth burns
Yonder where the earth turns

Roma, 22 2 2007