PSALM
lost...
looking into your profound-peaceful eyes,
two moons with their rings:
with their falls and their rises,
like mysterious birds:
that bathes in the azure water of your tears,
with their worlds and their lights.
lost...
fog, mist, rain and storm,
asking your eyes if i can rest eternally in them,
my body becomes feathers of lead.
lost...
taking your eyes and face
into my arms and palms,
your precious-sacred psalms,
levitating and lifting away all my heavy heavenly pain.
lost...
blessed and cursed:
i shall rise nevertheless,
more and more: nevermore.
lost...
because i feel your pain, i feel my pain,
i paint and write our cherished and shared passion and pain,
drowned to draw my last late line.
lost...
walking, thinking, talking,
alone – into the deepest woods
with the sounds of my sorrows and wounds.
lost...
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