wolfmon

“Si fueseis del mundo, el mundo amaría lo suyo pero porque no sois del mundo sino que yo os escogí del mundo, por esto el mundo os aborrece”.(San Juan 15:19) Odi et amo. Quare id faciam, fortasse requiris... nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior.

miércoles, 21 de noviembre de 2012

Our hands meet across the ocean
under the pale moon's glow
Our faces surrogate to silver lining
as stars dance beneath our feet

We build a wall of our wounds
and we drown in each other
Our earthless faces buried deep
in mountains beyond hope

Forgiveness and sorrow
and hope and envy
Wounds and healing
and distance and time
and pain and love
in love.

Across the ocean,
under the moon
Through our wounds
we meet, again. 

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