Is That Your Face? Poem by Nero CaroZiv

Is that your face that deprived me of my sleep, a curse or a bliss
Is this the image that burns my whole inwards like dry summer grass
Sweet nymph of the forest make me immortal with a kiss.
Your lips suck my soul: your nose your cheeks what a lass!
Come, sweet maid, come, give me my soul again.
Here will I dwell, for heaven is in these lips or I be insane


You blessed my face with a gaze from your slaying eyes
And I walked in the world under enlighting skies
Across the night abysses bloom and grace
In my dream the sea mirrors painted thousands of your saint face
I walked in fantasy land, until I reached an utter stillness within:
Then, it seemed, something might begin.



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