Kiss My Soul

If that morning would be my ideal incredible readiness, In a forgotten time of the tellurium and most desirable land, Your certain love would come to utter my vivid happiness- Kissing closed eyelids, caressing them with your tender hand. We would wait for the mercy of our dearest Lord Christ Jesus, Who quintessentially has freed us from our sins by his blood, Purifying incessantly our souls by our obedience to the truth, Greeting one another so deeply with the kiss of our love. I would still be sleepy and I would be like a squatting deer. The Twilight unequivocal zone would be in its dim lighting resilience Always tossing in between these two worlds of virtual and real, While His love would fulfill fascinatingly our benevolent radiance. Your soul would penetrate my soul with your embrace. The intangible feelings would turn into tangible unequivocal shivers. The old world changing in the new world of whispers would yield a place To be enlightened by our divinity that this new love discovered. Waking up with our ideas as enclosed beneath the souls entwined, Metamorphosing both of us and melting our inexpressible sorrow, We would awake for forgiveness while our souls would be absolved. I would be aware of the depth of your love. I would have hope for tomorrow. But our Shining Sunbird flies into the horizon. Disappears. And the sun rises by reflecting a thousand colors in the water, Invading a world from our Empyrean dreams, to wipe away the tears, And I understand that if you're no longer alive, it does not matter. Copyright © Marieta Maglas and Dr. Subhendu Kar. 2010