The honeymoon is over
All honeymoons must pass
and vanish out of sight into a Neverland
where you at least can still imagine that they carry on
while you are left alone with the delusion of reality,
the sordid realism of dismal darkness
which must ever tie you harder up
into a knot of disappointed bitterness
that ever must grow worse and ail you unto death;
but there was once a honeymoon in spite of all,
you could believe in happiness and fall in love
when you were young and fresh and beautiful and healthy, –
but that paradise is closer than you think.
Since once you had it, bringing it into your soul,
your Neverland is always there and waiting for you,
carrying on as usual, where the best part
of your truth and beauty never are forgotten
but will keep you warm when all the world is cold.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2012-03-05 at 14:50
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