Missing you
Risking being sentimental,
still I can't deny my missing you,
and that's why you will have to
put up with my song.
I miss your beauty and the fragrance of your soul,
I miss your harmony spread by your presence,
I miss the love we made as souls
more intimate than any bodies,
and I miss the soft touch of your grace
upon my being, as some charms of elves and angels;
and I miss your serious joy
and sparkling lights of your dark eyes,
I miss the music of your voice,
the poetry of your kind words,
the care and wisdom of your heart's warm passion;
and I miss the fun we had amidst our deepest tragedy,
the glory that we reached amidst the tearful flows of sorrow,
and the life we found together in the presence of our death.
But most of all I miss our bare togetherness,
our naked mutual company,
our understanding and the harmony of our minds
when we were molten down together by our fate
to nevermore get whole as separated from each other.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2007-03-10 at 17:13
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