44. Soaring
Yet another poem
out of love and from my heart
to you, my love, in spite of all
the inexpressibility of our predicament,
that we fly high above the stars
and can't return to earth
maybe forever,
maybe since of ages past,
as if we always had each other
or at least knew well each other
deeper than the depths of any faithful heart,
since hereby our souls are proved in constancy
more permanent in faith than any life;
so let us just continue soaring
high above the stars
and be content to nevermore return
to mortal triviality.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2006-08-26 at 14:04
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