Come Le Onde Del Mare

But some of our evenings have a color
that you couldn't quite describe
suspended between blue and maroon
and they pulse with a slow, slow rhythm
and we who are waiting for them
we know them as prisoners
like the waves of the sea,
like the stars of the sea.

They move and enchant us for hours
of some of our evenings
and they smell of departure and sunset
and of drifting slowly, slowly
but we who know them as prisoners
can't set them free
like the waves from the sea
like the stars from the sea.