Reaching out
Sadness drowns me as I cannot reach you
while my only comfort is that you exist
somewhere out there but within reach,
as in spite of distances unbridgeable
we seem to understand each other
simply by not speaking the same language,
as indeed in love no language is essential
but the enigmatical consensus of the souls
enshrined and sealed in silence
as if the supreme protection
was the perfect quietness.
But who can understand such riddles
but ourselves? Well, no one else is needed.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2009-01-04 at 10:32
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