154. Rest
Rest with me like I will rest with you
on an exquisite bed of flowers made for you
made softer by the gentle touch of our delicacy
and richer by our lengthened dreams of sweetness
that have the strange habit to be constantly prolonged
into interminably unsurveyable continuations
like a novel or a symphony that never ends
but just continues to develop and expand
into more wondrous and delicious new beginnings.
But from this constantly developing and never-ending epic
we need pauses, – so, my friend, come, rest with me
and I will rest with you, and thus, we shall sleep well together.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2006-09-01 at 10:24
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