The rivulets of thoughts


I have in mind to write a book one day
Compelled to the subject of a building
About which there is always something to say
Especially about the shape of a moulding
And the fervent fight to find the right way
Or excuses for the need for bending
The rules to suit the mood of the new play
Or about how my own times are unfolding
How for strange fears the spears of war still flay
Build a case for the virtue of minding
The businesses of those nearer who stay
Charmed by the ideas that surround breeding
The things we offer to place on a tray
And let go the rope's end we've been holding
Staring slowly across the night sky in May
Take the floating feeling inside sending
In the piazza where the young and old sway
Messages to the hearts that need mending
In a fraternity of lives gone astray
While waiting for the signs of commending
Which to some came while others went to pray
While many may be uncomprehending
It is in space that we grow old and gray
The common gate to which we are heading
Has some coming in and others going away
While the keystone parts the weight descending
Through the layers of rubble, pebbles and clay
The rivulets of thoughts flow unending

Lucignano 9 4 2007