I would be <br />Your reclusive word <br />On your own inside. <br />I would disintegrate <br />Your ideas <br />To recompose them <br />For love. <br />I would be <br />That inferred light from you, <br />Lost, somewhere, in the Orion constellation. <br />I would be a part of you, <br />As you <br />But everything would become <br />Pain <br />In one morning, <br />For sure, you would be awake <br />To embarrass <br />My absence. <br />I need to understand <br />Your fictitious existence. <br />All I have now is the memory of our feelings… <br />The blue bird, the bird of happiness <br />Is flying again <br />On the sky <br />To be absorbed in it <br />To the limit <br />Between visible and invisible. <br />Nothing is perfect around…. <br />Perfection and equilibrium <br />Are all I mean, <br />While The Lord <br />Is Saving <br />Our vertical movements… <br /> <br /> <br /><a href='http: //www.myfreecopyright.com/registered_mcn/CA5NT_XDS47_M4UQ9' title='MyFreeCopyright.com Registered & Protected' ><img src='http: //storage.myfreecopyright.com/mfc_protected.png' alt='MyFreeCopyright.com Registered & Protected' title='MyFreeCopyright.com Registered & Protected' width='145px' height='38px' border='0'/></a><br /><br />Marieta Maglas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/our-vertical-movements/
