Rhapsodia, 7 may 2012
When was that?
Months and years in a vat
Of such a blend
Of buried words
Muted laugh
And chat
The memory
Under my straw hat
The air dried
Brewed or belied
A glass of rainbow light
And casually draws
A few lines of white
In the blue
But in due time
They would disperse
With the wind
Of seasons’ spin
No wonder
My hair thinned
In the world dinned
(June 2007)
Rhapsodia, 25 march 2012
If you must love me, love with your true heart
That feels my fair joy for the azure sky
Of sapphire fire and the depth of dare part,
The wild wonders and secret stars I pry.
If you must love me, love with your soft soul,
And tolerate my blue over the road
Of pebbles, puddles, misplaying the role,
That crippled me from my free-will bestowed.
If you must, love me with your keen heart beat
That quiet for every day’s pump and pulse,
And love freely as you hold my cold feet
Into your bosom for winter repulse.
Let love be pure as celestial's pious faith,
And love me long as these words have their wraith.
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