Amid Stars

Call of beauty only remote,
a street number, old note,
I hold, prime drops of rain,
like teary stains to remain.

Lines of solitude and verse,
Autumn raindrops, disperse;
with decreasing light tangle;
with my voice, dusk-wrangle;

So it was you in my dreams,
to shine in ethereal streams,
we became two distant stars,
that blink behind minds bars.

I adored your singing voice,
melody of my utopian rejoice,
Two carved betrothal rings,
worn one day of our Springs.

and like all beautiful flow'rs,
lived for one day, amid stars.

poem by Giorgio Veneto
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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