I walk blindly

towards the sun

the fish boats

moored

as workers clean

the nights for morn

girls giggle

as she kisses

as never before

the stirless adriatic

just laps

to and fro

children

run

round

the old capstan

I seek to hold

the goldening sun

in my open arms

and hold it to my breast

she kisses me slightly

never to forget

what we had

at the old station

venice bound

the train snakes

below the karst

I raise my arm limply

as she blows

hollow kisses

a little boy

breaks away

the family circle

a small white

kerchief

he raises to me

why do you cry, sir?

because my sun has gone!

he ponders

and quietly murmurs

no, sir

it will rise again

tomorrow

I am sure

you will see