Rings Of Alloyage
Rings of Alloyage
The sky rains, on plains and souls,
Lady of then, is under the foliage,
gallivants feasts, rings of alloyage
are a betrothal bond, prime extol.
Arcanum noble lady, for me waits,
inside the forest, to adorn my light,
comes in the mizzle drops to write,
an ode sings passing the straights;
(Bright who passed the rocks lays
on sky trajectories, ether's streams;
when light passes thru his dreams;
they say he shines as Helios rays ;)
Up there his radiance vivid projects,
aloof grieved souls feel his affection;
the winds engage in this convection
her beatific glance, virtues reflects.
Skilled air musicians send modes,
when forest foliage moves in Auster;
rain comes in my solitude to foster,
and recite my poems as winter nods.
And there, of angel icons she trails,
gathers responses from years back,
she cares luminous to avidly track,
white horizons, mizzens and sails.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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