A WHITE RENAISSANCE
The candle lights were alight tonight,
The sunset a beautiful ashy ochre.
And the ponds of lilicas ebbed gently to some indeterminable heaven.
Would you join me on this river cruise?
From Santa Monica to Ibiza, we’ll sail the oceans.
We’ll live like the dying gods of paradise.
And in the climax of serenading violins our eyelids will slide down
and pass away like gilded swans.
