Monday, October 14, 2013

POEM: Ideal (Tosti)

Follow the friendly touch
I sense the light of air, of
Perfumed solitary radiance.
Absorbed,
I dream of earth’s anxiety
Of her torment dreamt and forgotten.
Come instant smile,
Cloud feet rippling through tall grasses,
 Shine on me

What has yet to be.

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