Believe/The Light

Melting snow beneath my feet,
Italian night sky overhead,
I stand alone, centre of a square,
A church stands ominously on my right,
Trees lean toward me, surrounding the square,
Four lights occupy each of the sides;
Of the four, three shine unwaveringly,
Breaking the darkness of the truth
Yet not removing its hurt,
But one burned out bulb fights to light,
Flickering from off to on and back again…

Believe in the unbelievable,
Light the burned out bulbs,
Remember those no longer here,
Watch for their signs and signals…

I am drawn towards the battling bulb,
The unnatural fighting characteristics it exhibits
Are closer in resemblance to supernatural behaviour,
The further away I stand,
The weaker the flickering becomes,
I stand in front of the bulb for minutes
That seem futile and wasted,
Yet the light gains strength all the time,
Getting stronger as my belief increases
That it is him who is fighting to tell me something,
That it is him telling me he is still here…

Believe in the unbelievable,
Light the burned out bulbs,
Remember those no longer here,
Watch for their signs and signals…


(written in Milan)