passing dream impressions of surpassing reality
Really don't know how to well express it,
but since you are not here
it will have to be a quiet meditation
over your imagined presence
in my life in spite of all,
in spite of all the death beds and concerns,
in spite of all the complications, complexes and calamities
of this dramatic love affair
which never seems to end its overturnings
into ever more increasing unexpectedness
of adventure and metaphysics,
not to mention mysteries galore
of this love labyrinth into a foreign exploration
of the totally unknowable, unthinkable and most improbable
strange wonders of relationships impossible
that after all seem to end up in the fantastic
possibility of everything all of a sudden coming true
like some fantasmic dream of ghostly unreality,
the strangest wonder of them all
you being here with me in veritable presence
inside me and not forever only in my thoughts
but grown into my soul to stay there,
for how long? For all eternity,
as long as we don't really know each other.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2006-12-28 at 22:29
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Missing you
Really don't know how to well express it,
but since you are not here
it will have to be a quiet meditation
over your imagined presence
in my life in spite of all,
in spite of all the death beds and concerns,
in spite of all the complications, complexes and calamities
of this dramatic love affair
which never seems to end its overturnings
into ever more increasing unexpectedness
of adventure and metaphysics,
not to mention mysteries galore
of this love labyrinth into a foreign exploration
of the totally unknowable, unthinkable and most improbable
strange wonders of relationships impossible
that after all seem to end up in the fantastic
possibility of everything all of a sudden coming true
like some fantasmic dream of ghostly unreality,
the strangest wonder of them all
you being here with me in veritable presence
inside me and not forever only in my thoughts
but grown into my soul to stay there,
for how long? For all eternity,
as long as we don't really know each other.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
Read 418 times
Written on 2006-12-28 at 22:29
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