Serenissima as Glass-like Glory
A vision made of stone and windows, waves,
Reflections from their surfaces that touch
The walls and panes, a patterning which saves
The buildings from becoming just a clutch
Of chaos, turning them to reverie
And daydream, Venice looms medieval to
The eye. The tortured beams in every
Design of sunshine help our minds construe
The mysteries to what we want them each
To be. There’s no proportion in this space
Of marble and mosaics. These impeach
Accusers of disorder. Light like lace
In motion plays across the city’s gold.
The Ca d’Oro is prophecy foretold.
