Meditation
I meditate on you
extolling in your harmony and lustre,
never minding your new grey hairs
adding silver to your gold
that only makes it even more serene and precious
as the jewels of your soul enrich our lives
and turn them into something of a neverending treasure
of our love to ever swim and drown and wallow in
to draw new life and breath from this unfathomable beauty
that is you in your good heart
and beatification of our lives.
So could I go on meditating and forever,
dreaming only lovely energizing dreams
that turns my whole existence into one-sided creativeness,
of which I never would complain
but only work the harder
to maintain it.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2007-05-10 at 00:12
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