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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=476703" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In You</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In you I come to the end of roads, <br>	and an alphabet of burning wings <br>		falls from an indigo sky <br>like meteors trying to write <br>	the unsayable in a slash of light, <br>		in a language of luminous scars <br>the night beatifies with mystic knowledge <br>	that wants to name you<br>		so deeply in thresholds and stars <br>the charged silence <br>	is giving birth to an indelible mouth, <br>		a doorway of blood, <br>an ancient grammar of fire <br>	the wind puts on like a robe <br>		to scry the darkness for a voice<br>that could fill the goblets <br>	of the moon's dead seas <br>		with the wine of a radiant wound, <br>so much within me <br>	already the tongue of a bell <br>		that can taste you like blackberries.<br>The whole of you <br>in every single dropp of your eyes, <br>	you are the black swan <br>of the eclipse that rares its reflection in water, <br>	the dark orchid in the shadow of the dragon<br>		that sways like a bell in the night, <br>even your absence a shape of cherishing, <br>	a harvest of shadows beyond the light<br>		of the lamp that burns for you.<br>Within the deepest abyss of myself <br>	where the heart stands alone <br>		like a single black pillar <br>in the twilight wasteland of the world, <br>	a mysterious temple to the ultimacy <br>		of having been here once <br>to suffer the passage of form and time, <br>	everything a gesture of space <br>		that thaws back into itself, <br>I have written your name <br>	in the hourglass of my blood <br>		like a whisper of secret ink <br>that once voiced the light to be<br>	and shook the stars like wheat <br>		out of its blind abundance<br>and will be remembered forever <br>	as the first intimacy of the sea, <br>		and there is the rumour <br>of a dream in the air, <br>	the fragrance of an approach, <br>		that out of an ocean of light <br>the tide will embody a woman <br>	like the shore of an island <br>		littered with fingertips and kisses<br>enmeshed like galaxies and starfish<br>	in the exhalation of her veils<br>		and our lips will meet like archers, <br>and our bodies will sing like arrows <br>	sunk like orchards through the heart<br>		and long after the last flame of life is shed, <br>the night will silence the birds <br>	in the groves where we bled like poppies <br>		to open the gates of the mystery <br>like keys and rain, or the rosary of black pearls <br>	that chants its prayers to the night <br>		like the slow alarm of autumn geese <br>in the eyes of a human face.<br>	I try to say what can't be said, <br>		pouring my spirit <br>into the wineskin of every word, <br>	but my heart is a larger apple <br>		than the bough of my voice can bear, <br>and the silence <br>that would erect temples everywhere like flowers<br>	spun from the auroral silks of my soul<br>and perfume the air with the pollen of sacred fireflies, <br>	every emotion a priest with a shaven head<br>		to honour the moon<br>climbing the stairwell within me<br>of a million horizons at once<br>	in every breathless step, <br>falls away behind me like the wake of a sinking ship<br>	that lowers me into my coffin like a lifeboat<br>		or a message in a bottle <br>that pleads like wine with the emptiness <br>	for an alphabet that isn't in arrears to time <br>		to say you to the night <br>in a lightning breath of life beyond <br>	these elemental likenesses I carve <br>		from a quarry of stars.<br>And I know I ask for immortal children <br>	from a human womb, <br>		and wide as my powers are <br>to exceed the sky with homing birds, <br>	to adorn the dead branch with windows <br>		that dazzle the roots of dawn, <br>I am the ashes of a black star in daylight, <br>	a stone man with a chain for a tongue <br>		when I try to swim like Atlantis<br>through the depths of your shining within<br>	and the last word, the last life <br>		to flash across my mind as I drown<br>again and again like a pulse <br>in the embrace of your beauty<br>	is always the world as it is<br>before anything was said.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Patrick+White">Patrick White</a><div class=q>
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	and an alphabet of burning wings 
		falls from an indigo sky 
like meteors trying to write 
	the unsayable in a slash of light, 
		in a language of luminous scars 
the night beatifies with mystic knowledge 
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