Who wants to live forever, when stars must fade to dust,
when even the sea forgets her name, and mountains lose their trust?
What joy in endless dawns that never die to night,
what song without the silence that gives the heart its light?
Eternal breath — a prison — if love cannot decay,
for beauty blooms because it dies, then rises in another way.
The tear, the kiss, the fleeting hand — all holy in their fall;
for what would heaven mean to us, if we could have it all?
Let me be mortal — trembling, brief —
a spark that burns through joy and grief.
Let death come softly, like a friend,
for only endings make us mend.
And when my voice is gone from air,
I’ll rest in time — yet still be there,
in wind, in fire, in lover’s prayer…
Who wants to live forever? Not I —
unless forever learns to die.
Bellissima . Ti voglio bene 🌻
RispondiEliminaThere is no time for us, there is no space for us, what is this thing that feels our dreams?
RispondiEliminaThis is breathtaking — it feels less like a poem and more like a confession whispered to eternity. The way you weave mortality and meaning together is deeply human; it reminds me that love, beauty, even faith itself only shine because they end. “Unless forever learns to die” — that line struck something inside me. It’s the paradox of being alive: we ache for permanence, yet it’s impermanence that gives our souls depth. Reading this, I felt at peace with the idea of endings — not as loss, but as sacred transformation.
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