Rondo

So... after weariness... and after sleep...
it’s time for meetings new.
A time for love and quarrels hot and deep.
And for the faith that I
am still the same — the one you knew.

So once again... in love...
and all its infidelities...
the looks that passion’s made of
in a puddle only we will see.

Future... and solitude...
Future and solitude —
the first prize.
But... with all our kindness, though,
somehow... we made it so...
Future and solitude...

So again and again... after weariness... after sleep
it’s time... the candles burn anew.
A time for love and memories hot and deep
And for the faith that I
am still the same one you knew.

1994