Wanted Soul
A broken glass allows light
cuts my solitude in half
ways search to find a bight
and asks for your away laugh.
Humble light, and evanescent
was my destiny to count upon
a failure? Maenads demented
enfold me in a travel I conn.
Wanted man by ghostly blithe
I loved her! there she imbues
counts my petals and a scythe
sepia shades monotonous hues.
Wanted man, of ghostly dawns
with you not there! I string
gallivant song that mourns
designs lost, poems to sting.
forms dim that dance and lilt
lanterns that half hide dark
river of sorrow deposits silt
tears to sting, as souls lark
Wanted soul, to travel across
a slender ghost, and lissome
Was it a gift, a golden cross
and your benign smile dystome.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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