Comment about Our Waltz Your face, conceive...

Your face, conceived upon my path,
time counts my solitude and scath,
invites my thoughts cold oblivion,
larval thorned crowned, dominion.

Comely, I wonder on empty street,
my calls abound; an echo to repeat,
decisive my mind to extend above,
augments my solitude, a past love.

Dominion of demised cries, secant,
empty of culprit, consensual descant,
an emptiness of smiles, to conflate,
to immortalize mist, sun to waste.

Embellish your appearance, I wait;
outside a conceived feast to oblate
and lead the first dance; fugacious
from foggy distance, high cumulus..

I gallivant tho', knock on lone door,
spirits dance on marble white floor,
excited with hope - a gage sweet,
dancing on stars, for their entreat..

Evanescent light, a fetching waltz,
dreamy commencement, and faux,
fictitious calls, glamour foudroyant,
'Ceremonie serment, debut gallant.'

Skies entangle with images to sway
up in the clouds we expand to meet
winds are faithful our song to play,
as all the time I walk on lone street.

poem by Giorgio Veneto
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