Zach Ascot

Beneath the sun in shining Veneto, Wondering freely alongside warm radiant houses, Clinging vines embrace the structures, Pastel streets developing, Town life unfolds slowly, Strolling as you wonder, How did you ever forget this? There's love in shining Veneto, Love around every corner, Love propped up by every barstool, Love flies by on every cycle, Enough love to make you a fool. Love in every face that passes, Love on the street, A chance for bliss, In those you meet. I'll learn the language you'll soon see, Then you'll finally be with me. Away from what I know, We'll take our time, To watch our vineyard grow. A new love will mature so pure and true, My answer to life was always you. Take my hand, Lead me to where things don't hurt any more, A small touch of kindness travels a long way, Bypassing cynicism and misery, A new love anchored and here to stay. As our feelings build, The vineya...

A poem I wrote.  The Rescue  Breathing thick troublesome air, Stranded on a platform, Deep out at sea, Standing there indefinitely.  Fixated on the horizon, Waiting for salvation, In a childlike state, Envious of seabirds, Longing for a simpler existence. Return to your makeshift bed, Unforgiving whilst trapped in your head, A life consumed by dread. Looking out to lonely waters, Praying for rescue, Or some form of understanding. One day you catch your reflection, Pictured in the burnt blazing water, Another unsuccessful sunset, Reveals your answer. You have to save yourself, Nobody is coming to save you. You've got to paddle this platform, With all your effort and might, It may take weeks, Months, Or even years, A gruesome struggle lies ahead, But one day you will reach land. Changed forever, But alive.  ...