Melting
Every time I touch upon a certain note
the flows start universally reverberating,
spring explodes in melting flows,
joy triumphs like the age of miracles,
and any wonder seems about to happen.
That is when we strike a chord together,
when we musically harmonize as souls
and when our thoughts join hands
and are united in the ether.
Why is it not always then like this?
Perhaps we need to cry alone sometimes,
perhaps our need of rest from love
is equally important to our need of love,
perhaps our loneliness is equally important to our company;
but when I melt in tears alone there is no greater urge
than just to share that heartbreak and compassion
and unite in my most devastating sorrow
with that endless ocean depth and richness
of your own profuse affliction,
so that we could cry together and the more
to make our sweet multiplication
of our sorrows and compassion tally.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2007-02-25 at 18:16
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