Abstinence
It's hard to bear,
the abstinence of you;
your house is empty like a desert;
although quite a small apartment,
all the emptiness is greater
than would be the vastness of the ocean
without ships, and all the deserts of the earth
without a single oasis.
Still, your memory is there,
the softness of your being rings with music
in the silence of your instruments,
the spirit is still there
awaiting your return
to once again refresh our whole existence
with your presence and your company
to cure all desert feelings
and become enough of a oasis
to put all the deserts of the world
to green fruition
and cure all the ocean storms
and all the darkness of the universe.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2007-01-24 at 20:05
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