Venice

Vivid was my dream of Venice,of gondolas rising,
and lowered gently by waves,glittering in predawn light.I was alone
adrift on
mentally turbulent seas,as I walked along the realto smells of
saltwater on the
cool misty air,i pondered am I deserving of love.laughter not my
own,tauntingly filled an empty corridor somewhere off in the
distance.alive,yes
but for so long I wouldn't,couldn't allow myself to take pleasure
from artistic
works,or poets words, which seemed contrite,forced,songs once sweet,
sounded grating to my ears,was this self torture my ascetic
indifference to the
world?as an artist,musician,poet,I'm but a tool a medium,I felt
empty,a blank
canvas awaiting attention.My emotions dull,void,until I turned the
corner,there
you were,my muse,my life mimics the ebb and flow of tides.I must
capture,harness,no still to harsh a word,accept graciously as gift
fleeting
moments,when I hurriedly, eagerly,carnivorously,feel the urgency to
convey
my love of life.I was not alone in the most romantic city in
Europe,after all,as
we clasped hands my soul soared high with renewal of love.I realized
through
one another we glimpse pieces of ourselves,within my chest beats a
fragment
of my heart the remainder resides with you,I visit as often as I
can,knowing
you take great care of it when I'm gone.I awoke that night,your
angelic face
bathed in moonlight,suddenly you woke as if sensing me watching
you,as a
smile of contentment broke upon your lips,you kissed me tenderly.
I see you in all the worlds wonders,for this is what you are a
sumptuous
delicate melody uplifting to my spirit,a great source of
inspiration.my love
thank you for awakening a part of myself which I repressed for
so long,together we'll give our relationship the nourishment it needs
to
flourish,grow.
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