The Level
You, Fantasy, could fly
And if there’s any limit for your flight.
– I’m really everywhere,
In daydream and nightmare,
Impressive, supernatural and bright.
– I wonder how high
You, Human Love, can fly.
I do remember you’ve got tender wings…
– Oh yes, sometimes I try
To leave the Earth and cry
To meet another human soul that sings.
– Now tell me how high
You, Poetry, should fly
To be a part of everlasting Art.
– Nobody knows my place.
I drift in dismal space
But rise just to the level of the heart.
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Леха Борисыч 13.01.2013 21:45 Заявить о нарушении