Imperturbable gloaming
Hanging over our eyes in
Dim paradise constantly
Looking back at visions of you
Is it that complicated or
Perhaps it’s simpler than that?
We cannot compare human
Love to that of the gods and
Yet I feel my heart stomping
When I think of meshing the
In between
Have I caught you
In a dream from my past
Recompense to find you
Finally at last in my garden
On the shoulders of guidance
Or sitting in this chair I
May have deceived myself
Into believing what matters
Is simply the backside of what
We thought counted for something
In the underneath all the
Rubble all the manufactured
Nothing piles of stuff is a
Gateway to behold a connection
To incline and follow corridors into
Like the chambers of the heart
A more intelligent way to
Propose existence as the
Vehicle for connection lives
In the congregating of tea
And communication connected
In touch not by way of money
Finance breathes
Only as a means to get there
To receive your motions to
Love in that manner or direction
Which frees us from the decree of
Needing financial retributive
Functionalities in the breast of
Complete love held by the
Sanctity of knowing is the
Reassurance to be heard and
Somehow comforted by an
Ancient vision that is tangible
What can be found and seen presently
Without questionable being in you
There then a rug on the floor
Buildings still standing small made
Of Abu Dhabi and curls over your eyes
In a draping tapestry of possibilities
A fortified palace of stone
Eight thousand and five hundred years old
Or more to explore the distance between
Here, there, then and now spirituel
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Poétique 