Blest many days
Blest many days
Blest many days, I wore your cross,
dim lantern alleys, remote felt me,
content wishes - hopes to emboss,
in musing scripts of my ink blue sea.
In my files I was values unaltered,
ways of solitude and rhythmic waves,
an unworldly ode of notes clustered,
where prowess smiles from graves.
In these scripts I became a reason,
for pondering minds to express light,
in wars innumerate sheds of crimson,
where eligible Nymphs tend my rite.
And there Dryads smiled friendly,
so I became a verse and a rhyme;
we were in a far prairie, unworldly,
reflective icons of my loss, in time.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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