163. Journey's end
What does it matter that my journey goes so slow,
outrageously fatiguing and annoying
in its horrible monotonous and trying toughness,
when, as luck would have it, you are there to think of, who enlightens it,
who follows me on my outrageous wanderings
and keeps me on my feet when I should fall,
succumb and give up to the pessimism of my misfortune,
being constantly with me and in my prayers
as my indefatigable guardian angel.
You not only keep me going on my feet
but keep me flying in the air above the clouds
to even more ensure my safety and my good arrival
in your arms at this precarious journey's end,
which is, in fact, the only thing I ever left you for.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2006-09-01 at 19:44
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