Caigo's Embrace: A Venetian Dream

A heavy curtain falls from the sky just where Venice's waters hurt in the middle.

Caigo follows each meandering path in silence,

Here in the underworld, a spectral waltz.

Our feet hardly make a sound as we cross bridges that seem to continue on forever in the thick fog.

Gondolas pass through a strange fog as shadows dance in an ancient maze.

Luminous love tales and secret realities illuminated by soft, golden haloes.

A phantom robe adorns every building and stone as Caigo delicately touches them.

The bells of San Marco mourn the going-gone days in low tones.

The past breaks through the haze,

An enduring vision, near at hand.

The bespectacled Masks of Venice

Through Caigo, where shadows dwell, light may be seen.

Hummingbird melodies of joy and sorrow float over the haze of enchanted years.

Caigo measures back in the soft early silence, Venice, meanwhile, is wriggling its claws.

Mystical trance, the ethereal fog dance, an immortal love story—that memory hangs on.

The city of Venice, where canals meet, is home to a little sign called Caigo.

Under the stillness of a moment, a promise of faith, A gentle ghost, a kiss from up high.