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Come along, my dearest love,

Let's migrate beyond the carnal,

Let’s cast our worn-out worlds aside…

For whom do we carry the grapes along?

When we no longer are the Vines,

But the quilting Sun that knits the golden rays

Over all that exists in time?



Over there my love,

The streams of light will gush,

Drowning our vain illusions,

And all that exists will bathe in the morning light…

Do we still have to carry our wilting candles

And walk around?



Come along, then…

Let's voyage through the fluffy clouds

And listen to concerts composed by the hills

For, would life transform into joyous spring

Without a soft caring touch?



That’s why hopes do chain our hearts to patience

And all at once, they bloom with satisfaction!



Look at those buds!

What are they dreaming of?

Fragrance? Or dew?

Do they really fold/unfold just for that?

And what about love's dreams, expectations, taste of giving.

And the craving of light for shady nooks?

Why are they so mysteriously true?

Short-lived glimpses of a Love Story

That should not be traded with everlasting glory!



But what if Time ceases to be -

Will Life continue to exist?



The answer to that will always travel on Ether's wing,

It will always roam in the concept of Place

As thirst lurks in the crevices of the desert

And life runs in the glittering streams!



Come along, my only love,

Let's soar above sensational words

And leave them behind

To tell about souls other than ours -

About the tiny hearts of birds and weeping willows -

And look down over the universe

With a global eye that sees all –

Even the hidden gestures of existence,

Counting, from our position in Timelessness,

All sailing boats that voyage over the surface of Time!



Only then will we realize

Why stars do long for their next orbits

And only then, will we realize

That Life is this everlasting quest

For the love of the Infinite

In mere finite objects: you and I.