Harvest
O blessed night of ecstasy
when everything is perfect in a love affair
that knows no bounds and has no end
and never even probably had a beginning.
It is timelessness of love
and joy at that of some infinity
as health and harmony come out triumphant
after crises filling up a lifetime.
Ask me not about the nature of this bliss,
but share it only and enjoy it
as you never know how it might once again be interrupted.
Walk with me into the sun,
take care of every aspect of the full-blown ripe enjoyment,
and remember it forever when it's past;
and thus you might bequeath it an eternal continuity.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2016-10-31 at 17:00
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