Dwellings
That smile with those eyes all so bright,
the transparent soul with ropes of a kite.
Grace in artful hands and that erotic tiptoe,
sensuous words of wondering so.
Blessed time to foretell by pose in act,
when all men can feel free in fact.
Hymns, ohms and dance that never cease,
flowing silk in momentums grace of peace.
Incensed air in dusk of evening sky,
with a crisp tingling sense to spy.
Deep still to observe in that gilding stream,
her innocent meaning and playful teasing seem.
Sweet temptation and its shadows flying by,
racing temperature and startled eye.
Hearing your voice from other mental shore,
all fantasy and cold sweat no more.
Like the swell of some melodic song,
the smile of truth on my lips of being wrong.
The heart in dew of youth will steal,
leaving scars remembered long ago to heal.
In that smile, choices lighten up the heart,
horizons at shores of subtle definitions art.
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https://robertrittel.blogspot.com Living virtualistic through myself. The road I wanted to follow choose me and I can see the cosmos to know itself. I remember only moments where my actions manifested the belief of my passion, choosing my next universe through what I have learned in this one. My fears got lost in dreams, sensing what needed to be done with no thinking. I believe in fairy tales, especially with dragons and how to tame them. I do not need any strange faith to worship that celestial brilliance. Dismissing everything what insults my soul and faithful in those small things, because it is in them where our strength is.
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