Enigmas
As my love rises in the morning
with the sun and beauty of the world,
there is no match to all that harmony
that blooms throughout my soul
singing all your glory
and that we have found ourselves
and found each other
never to be separated ever again
as our souls were always grown together
into something of an everlasting union
of united wisdom, love and tolerance
in worship of eternal truth and beauty.
Could I be more clear and explicit?
What is there more to say
when love has taken our language away
to speak more freely
what never could be spoken
except by wavelengths of the air
of that strange idiom of vibrations only
that only telepaths may understand
and therefore hold their most expressive silence?
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2009-05-17 at 09:45
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