DO NOT LET YOURSELF BELONG TO TIME


Float, a vision for Brugge saints and swans,
Trace necklaces of mermaid green canals
With hands cool as Amsterdam after rain.
On escapes down medieval streets
Teach your feet to bring us back in dreams
To squares lit by music and waterways for tastes
Of chocolates, smoked fish, olive and stuffed pepper.
Search architectures for the secret faces of clocktowers
That move seasons with the flowers in your smile,
Raise your brows above the bridges of your cheeks
And flow like water always coming home
To boats, and breads, and windowsills.
Forget that red-haired sunset danced on the North Sea;
If we have poured out our eyes in wisps of gazes
It is not for memory, but the savoring
Of what shall most be missed in all the time to come.

Piero Verakonsi ©

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