Love

By all ways
I have gone out of god’s hands
Out of its weight
Closed down
The wounds of love
The trenches of hatred
Over the face
Of the quiet lake
Where the Moon
Was shinning
Down to the depth.

I have the wish
Of getting out of the circle
Of madness and discarding.
Oh Love
You are the lines
On the curved pages
The colours of thin strings
Where my dreams always hang on.
Nothing else
Has given me
The sense of liberty
The shelter for senses
The ideas of coming
Oh Love
You are
The last letters
In the dictionary of this falling life.
By your lines
My soul has learned
The spelling of ecstasy
And the mood of absence


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