I wanna be Venitian gondolier. Poetry and fine art

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Sad wistful eyes inside the dark
Which answers to ye heart alone
And I am no heir to your throne
Another choice – pass through
But what are you waiting for…?
From whence my hope run again

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Who writes on water human lives
And talk through hat of heaven
Take tea with you via dreams

Speak tete-a-tete in dark and light
Dead hours – the stars above
I’ll run under the yoke to ye…

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What grass say me, yet whisper
Of silent story with your glee
I’ll give the light to whom I will
A heart to heart, it is one doom
The breeze can sing to you alone
And hope remains inside my eyes

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One solitary mountain of gleam
Much staring into the distance
There is no way inside the light

Fleeting moment, happy glimpse
We do few steps in dark of dream
So little lore of love affection

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He might to be human – only not
We could not see the path of thee
If any soul will look upon of you
Yet never see the crown over hair
But blackness doesn’t change,

I’ve seen an only artificial sight…

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First kiss, then dream with ye
Yet pure loving is in slumber
I won’t taste that glee before
I’m no waiting beyond measure
He’s alone – love with pleasure
Not words, not deeds at all…

Aleksandr Glukhov. Sensus veris-II. 2018. Cardboard, acrylic.20x21.

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Am I too much in love with thee
Tonight will light a light for me
We might be happy in affection
And living our lives apart, alack
A beauty passion – let it be
Yet heart is longing for ye much

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Whether before or after
We met each other in the past
I feel befuddled by the kiss
I seek for pleasure every day
I won’t aspire after glory
I’d got a craving for a vision

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Such pleasant thing to me befell
I’ve got perfection – perfect kiss
Across the lea I ran with breeze
And night is nighing – come to me
Alack a day – the morning light
We have a jinx on you and me

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I must proclaim the morning nigh
The snow is melting I shall fly
With slow pace with leisured step
All over and over again I play
But lost the bet with you today
With ardent hope – gone away

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We are no fathoms deep in love
So lots and lots of dream of you
Omnium gatherum in feelings