Giorgio Veneto (Athens, Greece)

A feather flies in soft draught to fiddle,
in a smiling trajectory of blue twiddle,
pilots curves of a movement random,
like air traveler to Heavens' stardom.

Moves away earth's blurry apparition,
above roofs, flies on benign cognition
playing along in air-streams of Zephyr,
to flirt with Amadryads odes on lyre.

Splendid glaze, with Spirits turmoiling,
caressing whiffs upon mere earthlings,
where feather is favored by tailwinds,
when women dream in embracing glints.

It streams above Ocean, with Naiads,
to accord a lullaby, and bluish myriads
of waves to maneuver oscillating along,
the ocean where air whistles a song!

An anabatic flow takes it higher, to bevy,
in worlds to stand in raindrops heavy,
where spirits who remained last, bemoan,
a feather flies amid tears of souls gone!