First lightning, then moon calm mingles
with her lights, glistens from the fingers
of salt water, as if jewels rested there;
Jewels (untouched by velvet display)
slipped upon the sea's extended hand.
Illumined in this light lie dwellings, dreams
of a thousand years, settling down…
fading, as if nature now
regrets these long fragile waters
men soil wantonly.
Yet, for a moment, the city stands defiant,
buoyant, sky-embracing,
willed aloft by those
who rose with her, ah…
from the sea, the sea.
Illumined in this light lie dwellings, dreams of a thousand years, settling down… Impression of Venice is beautifully expressed. Your poem has real power of expression.
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