What is this kind of insanity,
No one knows, no one has heard,
With you I just dream of sailing,
Our Imaginary Sea,
It’s gray-blue and it is daring,
Sees what no one else can see.
You have opened Coral Windows,
You have given me Love’s Pearls,
You have made me own the Beauty,
Of the entire, Inner World.
To find each otherIn the melancholic shoresOf Seas, that never rest,Oh, the lonely figuresThat have lost each otherFor they knew notHow to embrace,Life’s only happiness.Love’s the greatest fortuneThat a life can hope to haveFor without, all emotionWill be dead, before it starts.
What other written artKnown,Can with just a few wordsSend imaginationSoaringAnd feelings,Flowing?A Poem isOr it is not,It reaches out,Or it does notIf understood,It’s then embracedA Poem’s love,You cannot waste.
Said One to Another,But it never happenedSince they had never really met,Except in the mindsOf one another,Or maybe on some imaginaryMovie set.Yes, ladies and gentlemen,(if there are any left?)Fiction plays sly tricksOn those,Who in reality are aloneWith loneliness,Far, far awayFrom whatever,Might be called, home.
How many moon crescentsHave to pass by, be lostHow many Seas, Crossed?Love is not easy,To the sky it may ascend,But as it tries to go higherMay also be irreparably,Hurt and Lost,Like a delicate flower,Love, if continuallyTested and harassed,Will make you loseThe One,You love the most.
Be, the least mean, we can,By putting on hate and ignorance,A total and lifelong, ban.
