17 Aug Imagio

Posted at 15:00h in For My Wife, Poems by

Wild fades a man unto an hour yet come,
My soul knows no solitude in lateral sky
Unspeakably tethered by invisible cord
Stronger than time, place, agony or force,

My child of overfilling flow, son of a man,
You saccharine portrait of my lover and I,
No hand could have made you but the Lord,
Our gift who moves us to heavenly course,

For we only respect what comes from above,
Like language, powers, temples and love.

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