If that morning would be my ideal incredible readiness,
In a forgotten time of the tellurium and most desirable land
Your certain love would come to utter my vivid happiness
Kissing closed eyelids, caressing them with your tender hand.
We would wait for the mercy of our dearest Lord Christ Jesus,
Who quintessentially has freed us from our sins by his blood,
Purifying incessantly our souls by our obedience to the truth,
Greeting one another so deeply with the kiss of our love.
I would still be sleepy and I would be like a squatting deer,
The twilight unequivocal zone would be in its dim lighting resilience,
Always tossing in between these two worlds of virtual and real,
And His love would fulfill fascinatingly our benevolent radiance.
Your soul would penetrate totally my soul with your embrace.
The intangible feelings would turn into tangible unequivocal shivers,
The old world changing, in the new world of whispers yielding place
Being enlightened by our eternity that these two worlds discovers.
Waking up with our ideas as enclosed beneath the souls entwined,
Metamorphosing both of us, melting our inexpressible sorrow,
We would awake for forgiveness, our glittering souls being absolved,
I would know how deep is your love, I would have hope for tomorrow.
When our shining Sunbird into the horizon would fly and disappear,
And the sun would rise by reflecting a thousand colors in the water,
Pervading a realm of space from our empyrean dreams, drying the tear,
Understanding that if you're no longer alive, it does not matter.
Marieta Maglas
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/kiss-my-soul/
