A Venetian Reception

I like the night

Slowing down every pace,

it sleeps

dreaming a promising tomorrow

a sudden stillness

a time to forget

and to close the eyes to a different world.

Yet I sit here, listening

moving ripples, birds,  occasional boats and distant traffic

surrounded by this ancient darkness

unfamiliar yet familiar,

beautiful yet scary.

A gentle passing breeze,

brings the familiar

the deep smell of blue vastness.

It engulfs me in

making me part of its history.

Now the gentle breeze touches me a nostalgia

an unknown memory..

And I lay back

enjoying the night’s bedtime story.

Leave a Comment

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s