- Brassy Tones Poem by Georgios Venetopoulos

I shall remember you, she said,
cause roses spread their shades of red,
threads twin'd and weav'd on canvas grid.

The leaves turn flavescent, she said,
because the springtime garlands fade,
adornment hung on lonely door.

Her figure blended in the mist
in thought became a bride unkissed,
the mizzle droplets shone on road.

In air descends her misty veil
devoid the streets her scent inhale,
marquee of jazz is his abode.

The cadence of his heart - her grace,
reflecting light upon railways,
her glancing stays on nightly fields.

His brassy tones in rain embraced
and wet his fingertips outraced
her lines of face - caressed eye lids.

Arrows of thoughts, conduct his quill
destined to leave, alone and still,
the cloudy hues color the shore.

The Fall defines his quest and role,
his trumpet plays its nightly toll,
in dark recalls her kissing mead.