Appena poesia

Through the window

Your eyes are the window panes

towards which my self reflects

looking for the disconsolate chimera

of two body-souls striving

for a new heaven-on-earth.

A melancholic sadness abides and spins

in them

’til the deepest part of your self

tears out in a crying shadow,

mourning and spilting rainy drops

of narcissist enchantment.

Where is true freedom and true peace,

but between never and always,

when the freezing fire burns in the warmest winter?

Only in the loneliness of a broken heart

where Love, the unfamiliar name,

incarnates.

Mercoledì 08/09/2010 da in

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