'looking into your eyes...'

'can't you find?
the origin of life
in my eyes?'
Isabella asked...
To him...
indifferently poised
he seemed...
Francesco heaved
a sigh...

and then...
after a pause...
broke his silence...
'looked have i into your eyes
but the journey is still a long way...
looked have i into your eyes
but miles are still left untrodden...
and got the Faith...
miles left
would be traversed sure...
for i looked into your eyes...pure
and seen the blue...
the blue
which had been into me...
and it had been a rediscovery...

looked into your eyes...
haven't i?'

The sky...
of Naples...
was blue...
and the oceanic waves
blue and white...
bestowed peace and happiness alright...

Isabella stared...
at Francesco...

he was writing something
on a scrap of paper...

and the breeze made flapping sound
on the paper...
and also on Isabella's heart...