I want to live in the Ca’ d’Oro.
I deserve such beauty.
Each morning I’d rise to be framed by
gothic arabesques and marble,
columns of rose, melon, and cerulean blue.
I’d gaze down upon green waters as
gondoliers call out “Oeee!”
And the jealous would gaze at my
windows draped in billowing white.
I would be beautiful in this house of gold,
looking down on the backs of white
seagulls gliding below me.
And at my elbow, standing guard,
a humped lion, grimacing, and
glaring at my enemies.
My bricks, my disks of thick glass,
my mosaics of multicolored marble,
beneath my so deserving soles.
(Thanks to Wikipedia for the images.)