Light of the stars
Peeking through the slightly cracked curtain
Illuminating the room above the water
The ever-so-soft slop of the waves against the supports of the city
Sorcery and magic hang in the balance
At Piazza San Marco
The people walking slowly,
admiring
watching
The stone lion safeguarding the city
a bulwark of security
Silver moon casting a pale glow over
the lagoon
Black water rolling down the Grand Canal
The smell of bakeries
that are closing shop now
misty air and spring masking the pungent smell of swamp water
Monolithic Gothic structures towering over the crowd
The night shading the growing mysteries of
Venice
The stuff of my childhood legends
The place where I dream to live