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The Song of Love
The song of this soul
in the hollow of my ear
calls my dream
to its opera
I would like it in your arms
endlessly, without waiting
it is the Creator
who enters homes
to forge the world
He understands the languages
of each human being born
the clarity
for Him everything is simple
He knows the deep needs
of which we do not speak
the impious and the pious
can turn to Him
in lightness
when His art operates
like a wind in music
synchronous vibrations
The song of this soul
has no roof
but your artistic body
poet in the wind
you make its supports tremble
its woman's legs
mysterious flesh
the soul in me is not present
it is on earth
welcoming its step
the invisible is never seen
through the skin
it is the light
coming from beyond the body
that she wears, queen
serene is her voice
when she says a word to you
that kisses the air
wonderful kiss
that embraces you both -
the unique music.
Angus Firelyte
The Song of Love
The song of this soul
in the hollow of my ear
calls my dream
to its opera
I would like it in your arms
endlessly, without waiting
it is the Creator
who enters homes
to forge the world
He understands the languages
of each human being born
the clarity
for Him everything is simple
He knows the deep needs
of which we do not speak
the impious and the pious
can turn to Him
in lightness
when His art operates
like a wind in music
synchronous vibrations
The song of this soul
has no roof
but your artistic body
poet in the wind
you make its supports tremble
its woman's legs
mysterious flesh
the soul in me is not present
it is on earth
welcoming its step
the invisible is never seen
through the skin
it is the light
coming from beyond the body
that she wears, queen
serene is her voice
when she says a word to you
that kisses the air
wonderful kiss
that embraces you both -
the unique music.
Angus Firelyte