99. Wishfulness
When we can not meet, at least I can remember you
in words to substitute my tenderest caresses
sending them to you like sweetest dreams and prayers,
like windhorses, to bring comfort, joy and happiness,
although they are but momentary puffs of whims and wishes,
if you will forgive my fancy and capriciousness;
but in these miniature thoughts of my best wishes
are in spite of all my truest love contained
in wished for dreams of enduring embraces
and the sought for union of our personalities
on wings of music, beauty, poetry and loveliness
to bring us far above the mundane world forever
and to keep us there for our own benefit,
which welfare we should spread around the world
and impregnate all mankind with.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2006-08-28 at 11:01
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