195. Through the minefield
Let me guide you carefully
across the minefield of abysmal trenches,
thorns and scorpions, poison ivy and what not,
so that your bare feet will not stumble into any bomb
but tread on safely like on clouds
with maximum security, like a professional sleepwalker;
just rely on me and hold my hand,
and your poor blindsight will not lead you wrong
but safely to the other side through any ambush
that will miss you most completely
since I will make you invisible to any danger,
any rotten scoundrel that would trap you,
who instead shall fall into his own deceit –
you may be sure I will see to it thoroughly;
so be not apprehensive or afraid of anything,
just keep your fingers crossed and prayers going,
and my love shall save you from whatever
so that nothing evermore will threaten you again.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2006-09-11 at 12:15
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