The same old story...
When in the realm of heavenliness
I think of our relationship
and how we are like twins
in souls born long before this life
united by our chosen destiny
of musical ideals fought hard for,
I am like a blind man in my doubts
and faltering in troublesome uncertainty
to just maintain my course through darkness
in my faithfulness to you and our ideals
which we have suffered for so much
and paid so dearly, just to find each other
as inseparable friends on higher levels of affinity
than ever can be gained by mortal forms of love.
We are too close, now even at the furthest distance,
ever to be able to dispense of our relationships
which, in absence of our physical contactability
is only the more strongly felt in metaphysical dimensions;
but all this is old and well known stuff already,
which, however, I can never tire of repeating.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2006-11-14 at 12:34
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