How could I dare place in words
This canvas basement beneath the earth
That Rome has long since hung of you
The grandest portrait to ever view
Drifting through the Coliseums of Spain
The winds still softly sing your name
Do you know of that grey,
How it flutters the mind?
Of that silvery snow.
That waits in the sky?
There exists no option to define
To translate or epitomize
That blinding light
Of your bright eyes
An endlessly glowing emerald sea
With gold reflections surfacing
The home that lost always finds
Every time your iris unwinds