clouds 1 - ireland : alovatt
v o i c e s w
e l l e d
d. g a r c i a - w a h l
Emparadis'd in your reaching spirit, delicate
there is a sky that does not pass above you,
a second that is not made a moment without you,
and a beauty etched to carols of the heart.
For there is something naked in your voice.
Innocent not - sometimes a weakness
when the heartened flesh trembles pale
brightened by a moon of continuum Spring
who's breath does birth the belief of ecstasy
kept to union in nestled bodies
weeping for immortality.
For in each whisper, a catharsis.
An echo for to surround
with the sigh of your quiver.
All senses toward you.
moving alone within invited crowds.
and dressing desire.
haunting the hours of man
with an image of beauty
that justifies their loneliness.
And always you,
hearing my voice
of your soliloquy
in fear of its touching
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