Ten Times Anoint

Ten times anoint

Reeds yield to the wind,
monotony of bright noons,
colored garland festoons,
in vast sky, disruptive tint.

Travel far, fare of calls,
paths hint a script roiled,
maybe your solitude toiled
on proud lands and slopes.

But it is blest and bright,
on incandescent courses,
as Northern wind forces,
your dancing feast alight;

Music accented to parade,
a sign your eyes beguiles,
historied on your air miles,
infinity's continuum blade;

it cuts only tears to shed,
winds reach the end point,
a photo is ten times anoint,
of your upheaval time wed;

Air lit wraith, high turmoil
floats to honor your values
diddling in wind light blue,
conducts your Siren's coil

poem by Giorgio Veneto
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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