41. Resounding discretion
My love is health and bliss and happiness,
but without her I am a forlorn child
in agony and darkness of a total hell
of suffering and pain and hopelessness,
since I feel abandoned and betrayed
although I know not how I am deceived,
a blind man robbed of cane and dog
and left without a human voice to hear in all eternity.
And where are you in this abysmal darkness?
Surely you must be somewhere,
or maybe lost like me,
wherefore I feel your loss like if it was my own.
My love, you are inside me still,
and I have not deserted you,
continuing our secret conversations constantly
in soul and spirit ever stirring
in the faintest whispering of constant love
which though remains the only sound that matters
dominating and resounding through the universe
in perfect harmony and silence of discretion.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2006-08-26 at 13:59
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