Bells

A Poem by Giorgio Veneto

A decasyllable surreal and spiritual poem.

Angels fly in moonlight sorrow of Springs
utopian scope formed thoughts and visions
spelled twin oaths, abstemious of reasons,
my sentiments did last along death's strings.

The mists I loved, on sky routes where fates
accompanied my burning, final dreams,
nacreous solitude covered glass themes,
margins are drawn in festal estimates.

I felt for you, above the sound of bells,
white reality embraced my sins - light,
pivotal stars blinked, smiled my crisp night
to spread on celebrating outcry of knells.

I welcomed swords' impertinent value,
betrothal eyes embraced star blinks of gold;
I felt for you; drawn in dimensions' mold;
my voice marries in bogs' where winds argue.