From the church of Santa Felicita
A woman walks out from
Under an arched door,
Her heels echoing off the stones
On her way to something more
Rising within as she leaves
The church of Santa Felicita.
She walks on and looks up at the
Duomo, boldly reaching for Heaven
And though the smog and dust from below
Darken that dome, still it seems to
Reach stubbornly towards what it does not know
But can feel and yearn toward
And refuses to be denied.
She reaches the Arno, and sees the many
Bridges there like arms embracing a lover;
There are so many paths that she could take
Then, as the sun reflects off the river
And she wonders which choice to make,
At that moment a rose floats by in reflections
Inexplicable, beautiful, alive, like a tomorrow.