By tiomarrano@yahoo.com
Date: 6 November 1999

Adorationi

Your voice, full of imagination 
Sweeps me off my feet; 
In the ethereal soaring of your magic passion
And in the tender essence of your soul
Dwell desire, sadness and unpretentious power...
I hear your voice and perceive that my worship 
Of your femenine and heavenly song is clean,
And my mystic desire is to listen to you,
With sublime fervor, love;
To  hear your sweet voice
Call me with the sound of angels...
To my dream of bewitching lips, caresses;
And a rare phantasy of  possessing you.
You leave me without breath,
To carry all alone, this black cross
Misted with blue tears.
I seek you, my daily bread, 
I am made by your hands
Shaping as you do, my destiny...
And so, kneeling before you, 
I pour out my heart before you, 
And beg you 
To guide my star 
In this burning blackness 
Of loneliness by night:
Because all my devotion is for you alone,
And on the altar of your beauty
I leave the only offering I can give you: 
My devoted, waiting heart.