I once wrote a song
a gentle note upon the soft Italian shore
where brilliant lights glowed at my steps
and her melody
soft and majestic, ravished my senses
my song played on
where faithful resign had me a hello
and i etched my pen across my page
while nature sang
my song of love,
surely back when i once wrote a song
it was mostly in whispers
depressed sorry thoughts
angst ridden
grief driven
much like the song i once wrote in Venice
of you.
