Day 9 : ode to Lis

My dearest, your robe might not appear as the

shiniest, nor the most opulent. But your calm

being is deep, warm and inviting.

Your heart stretches over seven

hills, never have I been too tired to explore.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Your restless arteries circle around, keep us

wanderers wondering about your mysteries.

Countless times have I tried to unlock them

in vain attempts to get closer to your essence.

A secret, salty scent sometimes misleads your lovers to seashores

or narrow dead-ends filled with voices and guitars.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

O my good Lis, after all these years, I may claim

with no restrain : “I still love you (I always will).

You, the one I named The Luminous

The only one I’d be thrilled to spend my old days with.”

O Lis-bon-fire of my soul, you always keep your promises

and never disappoint, nor let your suitors leave without

the secret, but authentic wish to return and love you more.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~


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