Today Space is fine! <br />Like a horse mount this wine, <br />without bridle, spurs, bit, <br />for a heaven divine! <br />We, two angels they torture <br />with merciless fever, <br />will this mirage pursue <br />in the day’s crystal blue! <br />Sweetly balanced, fly higher <br />through the whirlwind’s wise air <br />in our mirrored desire, <br />my sister, swim there <br />without rest or respite <br />to my dream paradise!<br /><br />Charles Baudelaire<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lover-s-wine/
