My heart that sometimes at night tries to confer,
Rejoices in that which whispers
I dream...
Of what impossibly flows, of some rare balm
so great a treasure,
By the ebbing wave itself that
Never existed.
Resigns her ecstasy
Says the word: love!
Born of eternity,
Some mirrors has shone
like white linen laid aside
Exultantly at my side
into the wave made you
Your exultation nude. I dream...

Autor: Jauar F. Silva

Enviado por: jauar-f-silva  el  25-03-2013
Categoria: Amor      Tipo publicación: Poema
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