Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Sonnet for the blind lovers...

From night to night our love blooms like a star
from separate skies that cover our two hearts
with loving hands caressing from afar
our souls in one, in love our dreaming starts
Our sight no more than specs of light and dust
we walk upon this earth, one,  hand in hand
no eyes to guide us where our heart flows fast
through barren fields and long forgotten lands
we travel through the darkness till the dawn
blind both, embraced, finds us on hills of Fate
our eyelids closed while we still carry on
feeling so strong our cores to palpitate

For no one else our vision ever be,
my eyes only for you, and yours for me...

The Lovers, Rene Magritte, 1928

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