Gallivants Nigh
Gallivants Nigh
His broken roads to faraway, but not to safety
fair in advance, a violent gain, of his eternity,
there, he seeks his childhood's white clouds,
why ocean-paths are ornaments of shrouds?
And then I ask you, glorious beauty, to adore,
about routes that I have chosen back before,
years guided me back, to opaline nacreous -
darkened mislays old, of my strength ominous.
Shrills of Ghosts belt down anything gleaming,
and hopes, to dusk in dreams again, dimming,
to abate in Stygian trips, of a inside emptiness,
consent Styx darkness, renounce brightness.
Pearlescent were our trips, along Milky way,
beaming on oceanic paths, our youth's eyes,
we never knew that unassailable they will be,
even from us! and decorate some Sirens' glee.
Thus, you escort my illusions on lonely quays,
again, your faraway projection, entirely stays,
within Utopian hopes to embrace a lone ghost
reverberant she 'll be, sailing lonely to foremost.
Copyright © - G. V.- 05.05.2012
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poem by Giorgio Veneto
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