Dreamburst
As I dream of you
entering my mind
in the still of the night
and all through the glorious day,
I just can't imagine
how ever I could do without you,
and still we existed for so long
without knowing the other one existed.
The beauty of the soul transcends all reality
and overrules it by replacing it
by its more lasting significance,
while reality is only death;
but dreams and love and beauty
last triumphantly forever.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2009-05-04 at 19:39
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