The vapor trails across the starry sky,
they seem to span the universe but they
mislead my aching heart, my searching eye.
Like rainbow's end, if only there could I
locate that *** of gold, I'd surely spray
the vapor trails across the starry sky,
to find again the one for whom I cry,
yet always hopeful dreams in words I say
mislead my aching heart, my searching eye.
Without a *** of gold, or any prize,
the floating road may yet still lead the way.
Oh, vapor trails across the starry sky,
if I could follow, would you be close by
to my brother? My mind, now gone astray,
misleads my aching heart, my searching eye.
Now as I stare above, with blurring eyes,
night winds have blown the vapor trails away.
The vapor trails across the starry sky,
mislead my aching heart, my searching eye.
(C)2008, Christos Rigakos
Oct 16, 2012
Oct 16, 2012 at 10:12 AM UTC
The vapor trails across the starry sky,
they seem to span the universe but they
mislead my aching heart, my searching eye.
Like rainbow's end, if only there could I
locate that *** of gold, I'd surely spray
the vapor trails across the starry sky,
to find again the one for whom I cry,
yet always hopeful dreams in words I say
mislead my aching heart, my searching eye.
Without a *** of gold, or any prize,
the floating road may yet still lead the way.
Oh, vapor trails across the starry sky,
if I could follow, would you be close by
to my brother? My mind, now gone astray,
misleads my aching heart, my searching eye.
Now as I stare above, with blurring eyes,
night winds have blown the vapor trails away.
The vapor trails across the starry sky,
mislead my aching heart, my searching eye.
(C)2008, Christos Rigakos
Villanelle
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