Of Love Lost


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‘My circle of existence

seemed completed

Bringing me into communion

Confidential depths

of revelation,

only addressed one heart

and mind


My inner sphere

of contemplation,

a semblance

of a world of airy matter

The impalpable beauty

of my bubble broken,

by contact

of actual circumstance


Subsiding into former quietude;

diffusing thought

and imagination

through the substance

of today,

making it brightly transparent


Once again

burdened with thoughts,

my own spirit-stirring recollections

can do little to enlighten…;


VaL Smit ©