Where the fountains freeze
and teetering heels fall to their knees
in disrepair
a dozen limping midnights
leave me there
Where the vandals loot
and no magnum opus
dares to stoop
the cupboards bare
drag your heels to Barberini Square
I close my fist around
the poles from north to south
no blushes to burn
long, long gone
nothing to no-one
moving on, moving on
I have watched the trains
pulling away time and again
from platforms stains
with lovers tears
and grateful arms the same
Just a name to sing
cross white hot coals
a winter wind
