Ideal

I set out for paradise
Since here is not you

I grab for a time
That will see you rise
While I in this life was willfully blinded
By your bright comings and goings

I stretch towards eternity
A broken poet
To remember the better half of my wasted mortal life

I bend over the infinite
To caress that which was never mine

I approach the immortal
Where the kiss I send to thee can never be denied

I am ready to sleep the sleep of oblivion
To leave the hard clasp of earth
To enter a dream of softest divinity
Where I shall embrace only you, forever

Dan Corjescu teaches at the University of Tübingen's "Studium Professionale" program. Read other articles by Dan.