Blue window

A Poem by Giorgio Veneto

An Iambic Pentameter surreal and spiritual poem.

Night's acquired perfection and wind's shout
outside your blue window alone I stood,
my mind yielded to null - and crossed to doubt
- broken airplane model from balsa wood.

Foolish the daughters of the gusts - (some thought!),
came to escort sky's sovereign tears - clouds shed,
you fled above; sepia contrast - and naught,
in air the photograph adheres - my wed.

How the black vastness chose to die - (my soul!)
and in that dream I kiss your palms - and crave,
soul's longitudes that sing and lie - stand tall,
deep burns this solitude's realms - engrave.

In air suspending a newspaper folds
remote's her dance and vain message renders,
her insignificance my spirit holds,
before the blue window my thoughts menders.