Contemplating Miracles

The pronounced termination of our dream, subtly, For the apparition of miracles it's anticipating, waiting… From the woeful, torturous and tempestuous darkness, Shall emerge and rise majestically its light once again; As if watching the last thunders and lightning at night, With blossoming of roses, and balmy odours as a promise; Like a Morning's greeting with sunlight, ecstasy, and song, I sense it rising mystically, and soar again once more. A primordial, timid, half-perceived expectancy Is surrounding the ether of life, emanating tenderly Mirages from the abyssal profundity of my soul: It is the halcyon You—encapsulated timelessly At the core of my heart, brightening with love and hope The sombre paths I venture daily, without destination; For my destination lies dormant within our time, Within our spring, holding still the sparkle of our love… The breath of our strangulated, suffocated love, Struggling still in agony to die a premature death: How can we breathe outside ourselves? —Can you breathe? I cannot live at the border between Now and Memories… I hope Love will keep us alive for a long time to come, For otherwise, every beauty of this life, will vanish with it. I breathe, for you breathe beneath the same sun, moon and stars; Reminders of beauty and love, enthusiasm and innocence At the centre of my being. I hope you are seeking my light…