Mind thinks that a whole universe
by the fingers of a hand can be holden
            But only soul believes
that an entire nonexistence can be housed
in the perishable pathway of a tiny body

I've been arrested so long in the present tense:
a dangerous reality for the curves of a morbid dreamer soul
I've been wondering when my tree would finally flourish:
            She, such a heavenly wonder
I would name her as my Sun and call her: Angel
I will tell her: contradiction found its place in you
in the holistic universe of your own being
Who could be so ******* **** stupid to not fall for you?
Even if I had to kiss the czarina's hands
I would kiss your feet first
The faith has enabled nature to allow our impossible precise collision
And I am so glad I am part of this miracle

I am the scientific truth in the nature of my own dogma
Her existence is the proof of the existence of natural miracles
Her presence is my landslide of all the memories that I miss
from a whole past life that has not yet begun its existence
Until now the she-and-I was waiting to come alive
All this time we were stuck in the lines of an unwritten love poem

Because now I am more soul than body
I deny the fins and I see only wings
            And mind agrees
We can be only what we believe we can
Thank you for the memories that are yet to come.