Tungsten Glow

A Poem by Giorgio Veneto

A decasyllable surreal sentimental and philosophical poem

Ideal emptiness touches night temples;
Two invited souls - two dancers enfold;
Invoked, blackened, drawn in myst'ry circles,
Years sustain two dreams of lost past in cold.

I recite my scripts - weather's voice is sole,
Extol you to an absent audience,
The shrines remember me on timeless role,
Adventive cadence adventive cadence.

Air fingers feel your face, feverish strings;
How trembling's void's silence on splendid glow,
Coiled promise on light's tungsten burning rings,
Abstinent sorrow abstinent sorrow.