Comes the coda
From eden
Where we
All mysteries and fascination
Like through a god's eye
Before remnants arise
How do you trust
To survive,
Comes the coda
The strings sing
Head bowed
The walk begins
Shoulders broad
Collarbones point a straight line to the exit
Her elegant sway
It’s impossible to say the expedition could find
The notes to delay the ending
I know no more than that,
A fine wine reminds of another time
When smiles were freer
And love kept the dance alive
It was my choice
For destiny to decide
The church where we died,
Her silken voice
Hands that talk
This is no dream
No easy exploration
It is just
Another ship on a rolling sea
That must have a stop
Words written October 2019 inspired by Noeme Wolfs and Hooverphonic with orchestra performing Expedition Impossible at Koningin in 2012 and something a friend said reminding of another time. Photo taken in Florence 2018.