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Princess of Bright

Princess of Bright

Aerial was that friction match and I,
beguiled by her beaming glare, luminous,
Glorious amid red rose beds, flowery,
Radiant of her young Springs and vows!

Dazzling and glistening the air around
with bees to seethe in redemptive light,
a sprite! Was I the blessed unsound,
a mere mortal! Lurid but unfit, albeit!

And then, like an aeriform, descended
to fill my emptiness, ascetic severeness;
acceptable, wed scented, well respected,
my openhearted vacancy, and nothingness.

Princess of Bright, lucent, deplorable,
aloof! A nonadjacent mistress, in Utopia,
to navigate in veinal dreams lamentable,
to gloss her undimmed glimmer in sepia.

Aphotic my nights became in dismal tear,
as virtuous she was, to forge my dream,
Unfavorable of a Groom I was, to bear,
my Acheronian wick, angelic waxy grim.

There she was! Benighted in brunet yon,
her mane to wave in ethereal fine visions,
Princess of Darkness, made me reckon,
Invisible, then was my trauma incision.

© G. V. - 01.23.2012 /
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poem by Giorgio Veneto
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