The presence of beauty

The miracle of it is that,
when once it's there, it will remain
and never really leave your side,
like something of a dream that lasts forever,
although it is real and no illusion,
like a spirit fleeting by but staying on
to always in a strange reliability
provide a refill of your life and love
whenever, and especially, when you are troubled
or caught up in critical upsetting situations,
like a secret love and woman always by your side
although she isn't there, but still
in a most palpable and obvious presence,
the more real for being only spiritual.





Poetry by Christian Lanciai The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2014-11-06 at 23:42

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2014-11-16



Strange, isn't it? How we treasure a special memory and probably take for granted what is available and steady. I think all romantics seem to fall in that trap--including me. A beautifully expressed poem.
~Ashe
2014-11-07