You, the elusive maiden, just out of reach
Coming in bursts, momentary handfuls
A quick taste, midnight hours unleashed
So brief your stay, I laugh, the fool
Thinking this time you had come to stay
Dancing with cocktails of joyful grape
Running to meet you, I was waylaid
Gripped by hands I could not escape
So distant from the fire, I can’t feel warm
So jolted from the betrayal, I am becalmed
Where do we all go, the faithfully harmed?
To cower or shiver, or to stand our ground
Nirvana, will she come home to my Contrada?
Is this locomotive butterfly never to be caught?
So we desperately wait, we wait in Casablanca
Hoping all the suffering may not be for naught