The Civil Act Poem by Palitha Ranatunge

What is beyond this optimum?
Can I not stop this flowing second?
Sweetness of moaning pulses
Of stars uncounted glimpses
Set fire to every red cell circulating,

The abundance of love overflowing,
Has driven away the repulsion
And the sickness in the stomach.
The continuing stamina is emerged
As another deep sacrifice in the heart,

The palpitations those have not arisen
From the primodial animal instincts,
The fear of losing this limited harmony,
The wild desire in embracing the sensation
The floating seconds resting in heaven,

Animals cannot play such tones
Harmonized with blood red roses
It's the man made art of war
Throughout the generations
Deviating from primary forms.