An old poem, published anew because of some emendations - a rather familiar situation to most.
In the darkness of midnight
far away beyond ourselves
we meet and join in timelessness
like two spirits moulded into one
by the truth of this momentary eternity.
This bliss is the supremest of this life
and the miracle of it the most incredible.
The sight goes out and we live by hearing only
sweet soft words from barely audible voices,
the loveliest of this life
only because they understand each other
and thereby comprise each other
in the pious breathless embrace of eternity.
This union is this moment which,
if you have experienced it,
you can but always pray
for its remaining and continuing forever.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2012-06-07 at 22:33
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Midnight conversations
In the darkness of midnight
far away beyond ourselves
we meet and join in timelessness
like two spirits moulded into one
by the truth of this momentary eternity.
This bliss is the supremest of this life
and the miracle of it the most incredible.
The sight goes out and we live by hearing only
sweet soft words from barely audible voices,
the loveliest of this life
only because they understand each other
and thereby comprise each other
in the pious breathless embrace of eternity.
This union is this moment which,
if you have experienced it,
you can but always pray
for its remaining and continuing forever.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
Read 850 times
Editors' choiceWritten on 2012-06-07 at 22:33
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