Venice

Here, in every silence you hear a space bar, --

Venice -- the only setbacks of this place are

The knots in your veins which slow the blood,

And every street here, leads to “dot dot dot,”

Which echoes like Morse Code in your chest.

Who was the architect that designed this nest,

Where fat pigeons pluck at stranger’s hands

Where the tourists scurry like unsettled ants?

Venice -- darkness falls, but the day won’t cease

As the footsteps strike on the keyboard keys

And the blaring sirens of violins pierce

With sharp notes the lobes of the deafened ears.

Golden gondolas are like autumn leaves,

While knee-deep in water, the twilight sieves

Those lost souls, who may, slip away and drift

Pass the city’s gates, to an obscure rift

Of the outside world, where the current’s force

Overwhelms the souls’ and directs the course.

All grows silent there, lights fade into dark.

And nostalgia brands just a question mark

On the heavy hearts, overfilled with grief --

They turn back too late -- Venice sinks beneath….