Between Land and Sea

I often stand in front of my bay window

Of the Tyrrhenian Sea the sight behold

Over that green water I take flight

Gliding on the wings of my own thought

Of Stromboli I see the dark smoke rise

Embracing the grey clouds that are passing by

Through the alleys of my memory I meander

No longer I feel the beat of my own heart

Beckons the past, the present makes demands

Illusions become naked to the eye

Night dreams evaporate in soupy fog

When by the morning sun it is dispersed

The green of the sea calls from afar

The vastness through oblivion offers peace

I would love to go, but fear restrains

The land holds back my will and my desire

Pierced by sorrow, my heart is loath to follow

The noble flight of my restless mind

In front of my bay window I remain,

In the infinite my thought wanders in vain