"I dedicate this poem to my Dad John who passed away in 2008," Beam
Valter
POETRY OF 'SHORT-LIVED .
Your face
intense and frightening unknown
inspired contrasts
to my spirit.
Time Heroes
of true feelings
and full of nostalgia.
God. Then
your eyes
fleeting
sad
inviting
and your gestures
simple and indulgent.
In black smoke
wave
of icy silence,
You
absorbed, ecstatic
I attentive
ecstatic
flooding tears
the impending miracle .
Our thoughts
already run parallel
like clouds
white.
One Spirit
ardent admiration
of happiness and peace
eternal.
Poetry ephemeral.
Your face
intense and frightening unknown
inspired contrasts
to my spirit.
Time Heroes
of true feelings
and full of nostalgia.
God. Then
your eyes
fleeting
sad
inviting
and your gestures
simple and indulgent.
In black smoke
wave
of icy silence,
You
absorbed, ecstatic
I attentive
ecstatic
flooding tears
the impending miracle .
Our thoughts
already run parallel
like clouds
white.
One Spirit
ardent admiration
of happiness and peace
eternal.
Poetry ephemeral.
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