This peace
harbors the soul
as cloud cover
my thoughts are painted white hermits
my sighs are desires that miss out as doves
and bathing with sun and moon in love
reflective moments of simple, subtle moments
look for the breeze to accompany me when I am outside looking at the stars
to talk in
night monologues in my silences, answers that do not have words
have just a sea of \u200b\u200bimages that come and go seek in the lintels
my conscience
light the essence of the ambiguity of the sky
the similarity of the seven seas and the swiftness of time looking at me
verses that were never
and let my hands write
blue in all shades, all prisms
and encounter, I am and I'm in love
reunion that
search beyond the immediate, beyond my nose,
beyond my shoulders or my shoes
beyond the rough or smooth
as sour or sweet
of finite or eternal
beyond the fist of my hands
beyond all
a word or sign
crying or smiling
of light or shadow
these silences me fall in love
because as I go under
enter or leave and I am being, my being
not sleep and is not extinguished
search and search is not futile
! is freedom! Valentina Antonietta
January 2011
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