Our Vertical Movements

I would be Your reclusive word On your inside. I would disintegrate Your ideas To recompose them For love. I would be That inferred light from you, Lost, somewhere, in the Orion constellation. I would be a part of you, As you But everything would become Pain In one morning, For sure, you would be awake To embarrass My absence. I need to understand Your fictitious existence. All I have now is the memory of our feelings… The bluebird, the bird of happiness Is flying again On the sky To be absorbed in it To the limit Between visible and invisible. Nothing is perfect around…. Perfection and equilibrium~ All I mean, While The Lord Is Saving Our vertical movements… Poem by Marieta Maglas