Sunday, December 2, 2012

There are so many more things in the world

There are so many more things in the world
than sequences of letters, than images
in poems, than labyrinthine lines, than eyes
of a clear blue color. There are so many

rivers holding water, oceans that rise
with the movement of the Moon, growing trees
and opening flowers. There are so many
beautiful breaths, words and names for her

in the fading light, colors of clothing
that veil her forms. I sing a brief dream
and a long sonnet, she takes off the layer

of clouds that cover her heaven. There are
no ways to express how I feel, she is
the feeling that doesn't have a meaning.

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