Florentine mystery

Wandering over the beautiful Arno 
where her graceful waters flow... 
golden rays dance upon Ponte Vecchio... 
and colorful shops ring rivers of sapphire. 

Villas reflecting her watercolors 
twilight glazes her distant windows 
and in one ancient frame I saw... 
a silhouette gazing, faintly veiled. 

Dimly glowing, a ghostly visage 
clothed in a memorial Renaissance 
Oh the moment took away my breath... 
sending chills all along my back. 

Oh Florence, your haunting beauty 
glimmers and whispers in glow of evening 
as your stars ripple a sheen of gray 
the Ghost shimmers and fades away... 

Or am i the Traveler here, pausing briefly 
gazing through her portals mysteriously 
in silver veils donning a shroud 
on Old Bridge connecting the past to now.. 
Ponte Vecchio... you are forever magical. 

Author's Note

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