The ridge beyond defined his scopes;
in his Elysian fields both laughed;
white smile of roses while she asked,
if one could rise beyond the slopes.
A climber walked above the ridge,
where nothing was but white thin clouds,
a bergamot and his mind's doubts,
have passed across his soul's time bridge.
The climber watched the clouds' disperse,
in air the town was hung, and Halls
with dancers' smiling saddened souls,
- defined the image, brief and terse.
Amid the dancers, courtly laced,
a graceful Princess smiled at him,
the bergamot was there to hint
that this transmittance was space-braced.
Beyond the ridge white Angels roamed
(or were the clouds that turned to rain?)
the bergamot sang a refrain,
upon the slopes the dancers domed.
("The climber jumps above the ridge,
the climber laughs while dancers bow,
the splendid waltz transmits their glow,
a Princess waits upon time's bridge.")
Unspoken was she and the crags,
returned the bergamot's refrain;
Oh, her beatitude's soft rain,
washed down the slopes his verses sung.
© 12-12-2012 G. Venetopoulos
I was not on PS in the year 2012, but the poem
was first posted on PoemHunter.com, on 12/12/2012.
Date the poem was 1st posted on the Net: December 12, 2012
Link of it: http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bergamot/
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