Monday, August 5, 2013

A cool birth, a sky...alight

This morn
So by light interfused
As paints reflect
Colors pure
me thinks You
There...love mine,
Sure...

As if there
Dipped in the cool
Of the Divine like the Widest of the colory pool
you there swim...
As an angel of my dream...

As if those clouds
They make you wake
And on them sleep yours you take,

As if those birds
They by flying
To you they arrive,
Carrying messages mine,

As if this birth
Is given to You
Like a rise
Like a gold tuneful...
Like a song my heart felt full,
Like a melody that to the whole sky spread
Like another songy birth
Like another Inexpressible of mirth...

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