My Beloved
I want to tell you.
I want to tell the world
Of my beloved but I can’t
How can I capture
The Spring of her smile
Or the Christmas
Of our love
Using words made up
Of letters from a dead alphabet?
But I can tell you.
I can tell the world that
When we talk,
The petty world we know
Does not exist and
The boundaries between us
Are blurred.
We are free as if in a dream
But we are bonded
By the wireless wires of our love
About Me
- NicholasFourikis
- MSc from Macquarie University and PhD from the University of NSW. Co-discoverer of five interstellar molecules. Sole author of two university textbooks on Radioastronomy and Radar. Also authored a literary novel titled "Hollywood Amarroo". Kate Ellis, Federal Member for Adelaide, lauched my last book on the fourth of Feb 2007. My next literary novel "Hypatia's Feud" is now published and is available as a book and e-book from Amazon Visit my website: www.nicholasfourikis.com
1 comment:
Love this poem - esp the last verse. The connection, or as you put it 'wireless wires'
Physical matter only makes up around 5%, the rest of the Universe, dark energy and dark matter, is little understood or quantified. I believe this connects, and is the 'Whole'- we are part of this connective dark energy and dark matter. Love amplifies it.
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