I Am Brimful of you (Farewell to Baaba ll)

Audio::
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T5Gjem3BQWU&list=WL&index=3&t=9s

All the nights are brimful of you
all the twinkling lights
every tint that only could hint at the soul of night,
and brim the theme of darkness with our dreams.

All the nights are brimful of you:
the velvet caress of zephyr
on the shoulders of the autumnal cape,
the explosion of colours
in the last print of spring.

I am brimful of you.
You are the night in me,
the wisdom of every tree,
elongated along these streets,
to the vein of people
inside every leaf,

in the smell of every grass
to the wine of every grasp,
in the splash of effervescence
inside the consciousness of nocturnal canvas,

in the stop signs
that limits our souls to one another.

I am brimful of you,
nor alone, neither amongst others,
a faceless drop of the ocean,
the conciliation of all the love objectives,

to the hunger that brings us back together
around the round table of the vastness
hands in hands.

In the closet of your clothing, the closest glint to the omnipresence of your quintessence
To everything arches my longings back to the point zero of you
like the aching desire in seeds
like water that always recycles to the crystal clarity.

To the rivulets, stream and rivers
to every line that stretching the lines of existence.
To the stream of feeling, to everything that lengthens life, to the death,
To every angle, every reaching hand that circles us back to each other.

I am brimful of you, this continuance
that revivifies me from the instance of conception,
the insistence, elongate in the distances of every existence.
To the amplitude of every altitude,
to the summon
of gushing blushes and bruises of blooms
in all the bristly submit of submissions.

I am brimful of you, like a growth
that elongates its offshoots of blooms
in the volumes of its leaves
and starches to every page of life,
flipping
by the hands of winds,
the rush hour of these clocks' hands.

I am brimful of you like the main of my scarf
paddling in the river of night
sailing in the distance of the moon.

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link to Farewell to Baaba (l)::
https://www.poems-and-quotes.com/poems/1270417