...we are all frail, and the infinity belongs to unthinkable and unuttered deliriousness of our dreams. The earth stays forever; the sun is going down and going up, only to go down again. The wind is striping to the west, turning to the east, moving fast to the north and coming back to the south, only for starting again his turn. All rivers flowing to the see, the great ocean, but the ocean is never overfilled. And where the water comes from it goes back only to make once more the circle of moving and life. And nobody can say that the eyes have not seen enough and that the ears have not listen a lot at all everything and enough .What happened it will happen again, what was do it will be done again. And there is nothing new under the heavens roof. Even not the love. Everything was before us here, just nothings left in the memories of past, like in the future the memories will not exist, only that what will comes after us.
Once you are dreamily in your dream,
you walk on air and see a silver lining over you,
make a wish, throw a coin in the stream,
the big river of faith, love and truth.
It’s strange since last time,
the book in my hands, hands so cold, heart so hot,
it’s just a moment a really small line...
eternally , headless, stunning and formidable
but so small, to absentminded...
instantaneous is good, instantaneous is right,
daily routine is important to people like you,
we don’t swim with the river, always we fight,
because we are alone,
even if we want to admit to, but it’s true
During the deviation (schuss) we try to amend the course...we are gaping the infinity, we are proud, so big, so small, so frail and so insubstantial that we say we instead of I. We are such incapably to accept, how frail we are, that the time is passing by, that the stars witch we see even don’t more exist like this, the feeling turn around, the head is in quarrel with the heart and all this is just a thinking of millenniums multiplied by aeons compounded by infinity. And nothing more, even if we try to call it love and to understand it. And the words I spoke to You are words spoken to myself, turn around and go again to you only once to come back to me again.
3 comments:
is this your answer to the challenge? *smile*
the picture say more than me. A simple yes would be to boring :) why you don t like it???
Magdalene-Sophie you didn t saw the picture? It s your profile picture x 2 and changed by me in Photoshop :)
Myo, thank you for the flowers :) but I can t promisse that I will write you a poem - we will see.
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