Voyaging Valentine

We find the word 'Frei'

In metal above the gate to hell

We finger fragments from the walls

Of Ephesus and Troy

We steal a flower from a grave

At Chartres and find a penny

With the face of a dead queen

On the floor of a ruined monastery

We stand under a holly tree

And have our smiles memorialized

We eat breakfast on a balcony

Above a sea of olive trees

We sit on the thrones of initiates

And get lost in the alleys of Delphi

Then fly home silently