The way of a crimson stigmata

Renaissance

Once ... Once I was confused,
How the colours of life
on a simple white canvas
melt into each other,
to create thoughts and memories
of waterfalls and landscapes,
of seas and skies,
of lovers and saints.

Once ... Once I was confused,
How simple dots and lines
scattered on a sheet of paper
could compose a thing such as words,
which surge and flow with enchanting symphonies,
energizeing everything around us.

Once ... Once I was confused,
By the way our heart pulsates
where my first spark and first love,
melted and mated,
weeping and smiling,
become a part of me,
a part of my soul.

I feel life surging thru me
as I look at the stars,
touch the delicate rose petals,
and drown into your eyes.

I suddenly feel
such astonishment and awe
no word could ever describe.

Very good poem. This is my favorite part:
"I feel life surging thru me
as I look at the stars,
touch the delicate rose petals,
and drown into your eyes.

I suddenly feel
such astonishment and awe
no word could ever describe."