Rising in the morning br like warm bread, br from a bed br in America, br the aroma br of my baking br reaches you br in Italy, br rocking in your boat br near the Ponte Longo, br cutting through the glitter br of yesterday's moonlight br on your sunstruck br canal. br br My delicious baker- br it is you br who have made br this hot bread br rise. br It is you br who have split the loaf br and covered it with butter. br br I prayed to the moon br streaking the still lagoon br with her skyblue manna; br I prayed for you br to sail into my life, br parting the waters, br making them whole. br br And here you come, br half captain, half baker- br br & the warm aroma of bread br crosses br the ocean br we share.