some optimistic faith


As time goes by



My love, when shall we meet again?
When shall the clouds unveil the sun
and let the moonbeams through the night
to light my fire by your bosom
and enlighten us with all that beauty
that our love once made us so familiar with?
When shall we smile again at jokes amidst all tears
to lighten up the tragedies and cure all deaths
by life's inspiring spirituality to clear all darkness?
When shall we find again that leisure
and that time for ourselves
that spited so heroically all unhuman stress
and made a green oasis of our city's desert center,
spilling over from our love to gild all streets
with the delicacy of our poetry?
When shall we love again?
When death is dead and tears are dry
and happiness has driven all bad luck away
and miracles have emptied all the hospitals;
which naturally only can be finally accomplished
by the obstinacy of our most intrepidly persistent love.




Poetry by Christian Lanciai The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2007-02-11 at 22:54

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