By Yasen Vedrin
(Fulfilled Premonitions)
Somewhere... Right behind your warm and glowing eyes,
In the tremor of a look made whole,
Feelings find a harbor under quiet skies —
An old sailor, salty from his roaming stroll.
Somewhere... Right behind your lips that love so true,
With the words that spread their wings in flight,
You will say again how good it felt to you —
Even if you were a dream for me tonight.
Somewhere... Right behind your palms of mystery,
In the thrill — to mind each breath and spark,
Moments, craved with genuine sincerity,
You are waiting for my gift out of the dark.
Somewhere... Lost within a merging so divine,
Like twin droplets rolled into a stream —
Two renewed, rediscovered hearts align,
Sheltered in God's Fire, living out their dream.
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