Atop the seas where mists descend and waves high meet <br />the flare of stars, that draw details where verses hung <br />and send enounced spring's sightly messages to greet <br />the Oxford skies of notte blue and eyes unsung, <br /> <br />splendiferous the ocean moons illuminate <br />above the passages of ships that mettlesome <br />advance beyond the skylines and scopes equate <br />multi-dimensional expand with diesels' thrum. <br /> <br />The nautilus become gray shades - in haze to wave <br />and colorful their messages on winds shall die <br />it is their voice in nimbus gray to fade and crave <br />the dancing layers of cold rains and winds' war cry. <br /> <br />Above the fields and seaward trips of compassed routes <br />on skyway paths the thoughts ascend and Oxford blues..<br /><br />Giorgio Venetopoulos<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/oxford-blues/
