Kiss a Nave
(Kiss a Nave)
I remember our prayers, of dim purview
as in a hazy mist our roads coincided
I see a painted blue window in misty dew
a parallelism to seize a cause one-sided.
Were our roads deceits of broken asphalt
a cold feeling or a debt on every station
you wore a pendant, of a bright emerald
and a carved Siren's smile of negation.
The Auster blows to whirl clouds of dust,
surrounding the place of your pedestal,
my outside dreams from domes glassed,
kin ghosts will blow my walkway coastal.
And as the wind caresses me like fingers,
I smiled to my solitude, a warm welcome;
to stray ghosts on paths memory lingers,
to piers, waves of oracles explode foam.
Lunar, confidential murmur of sea waves,
nepenthe blue; takes my hope to mirth,
sea-foam flies in the wind to kiss a nave,
a sacred space we stood on sandy firth.
Copyright © - G. V.- 01.04.2012 / PH 29347841
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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