<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=400781" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Fog-Horns, Even Bow-Bells</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nautilus on a cargo vessel, to avail, <br>devoid of an older route, and drift<br>his beats of abreacted pulse, to trail, <br>his home-land on cloudy forms, to lift.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Long locked in dreams, assemblage, <br>soul sails forward, spilled life's wine, <br>in Nordic Northern seas, God Brage, <br>unworldly lyrics to compose, in brine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I reckon he befits an Angel, alone, <br>he plays a harmonica in broken notes, <br>a song for loners or friends, gone, <br>mistral petals him along, as boat floats.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I reckon he remembers her, a Naiad, <br>the sun crowns his head, far setting, <br>a dalliance, a harbor song, her bard, <br>depicting of his solitude's odd wedding.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In dark she comes, from away shore, <br>along windy fog-horns eerie call, in air, <br>she gliding sails, comely to invite afore, <br>Nautilus and drifting souls in despair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She comes as bow-bells ring, and sings: <br>'Enfold me in your lone heart, and I, <br>shall lift your soul, with halcyon wings, <br>to fly in incipient stills, to imbue of nigh.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She sings along, as drifts of mist repeat: <br>'Enfold me in your lone heart, and I, <br>shall lift your soul, with halcyon wings, <br>to fly in incipient stills, to imbue of nigh.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Giorgio+Veneto">Giorgio Veneto</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=400781" data-title="Fog-Horns, Even Bow-Bells de Giorgio Veneto" data-description="Nautilus on a cargo vessel, to avail, devoid of an older route, and drift his beats of abreacted pulse, to trail, his home-land on cloudy forms, to lift. Long locked in dreams, assemblage, soul sails forward, spilled life's wine, in Nordic No..."></div> </div> </div>

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