The Serenade

by ddavidd   Jun 19, 2022

Under the window
of an unknown beloved
a mandolin serenades!

Lover and beloved are veiled by the music.
There are no extrusions between true lovers,
nor time and space, neither even the lure
of outer beauties.

Love serenades just
under the window of
a faceless beloved!

We enter this world
to attune an incontrovertible mode
of the nudist love.

We dig deep down to rise more
like waves
like the particles
constantly poking and thrusting one another
in order to merge again as one,
as substances
that learn and born
in new internality
every day.

Love serenades still
under the weeping willow of
an endless soulmate!


Did You Like This Poem?

Latest Comments