A vanishing eternity
As if you were a fountain
beauty flows from you,
constant and softly,
clear light, light air,
crystalline waters.
As a log burns in the fire
your beauty burns in me,
hot ascending flames,
incandescent descending ambers:
heat confronting cold,
light versus darkness.
Endlessly born in you,
it dies in my finitude .
A.M.B.
Diciembre de 2013
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