Where canals carry life in earnest states,
their arteries the lifeblood of the city,
I long to be, and of beauty sate,
this ancient flow of mystery.
As sun rises to eclipse those stone lines
that edge the waters, first in shadow,
and as that orb reaches its high,
waters shallow, glimmer in shard’s delight,
as all comes to life.
And joy fills the air,
canals lined with cafes and shops,
and bridges crown the waters
as gondoliers in stripes allot their chosen course,
and laughter echoes bright.
Venezia, another world,
lost in time and so beguiling,
those ancient streets and squares abiding,
stones warn by ghosts of history,
each one speaks in whispers.
Such beauty in age, this miracle place,
its song resounds so clearly,
just to walk its streets, over bridge
or lane, in boat or meeting folk
to while away the time, is blissful.
A water world so unique,
it must be lived, experienced,
and in its memory I often cannot sleep,
wishing to return to those canals and bridges,
and the quiet beauty of Venezia.
Tony DeLorger © 2016
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