Senza Fine (For Connie Francis) Poem by Robert Charles Howard
Senza Fine (For Connie Francis)
for Connetta Rosa Maria Franconero
Dear sister, daughter, friend,
beloved global village singer
sing to us your Siren song turned good.
'Meine Liebe, ' 'mio caro, ' 'mon coeur'
do not despair the ashes -
the Phoenix will fly again.
Moonlight and star-shine
pale before the renaissant dawn
of covenants made and kept.
So let it always be, “Senza Fine.”
December, 2008
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