Destinata Cantanta

Destinata cantanta

 

Destinata cantanta,

it does not matter

if words make sense

we make them up

as we go.

 

Destinata cantanta,

ice sparkling in the atom,

it does not matter

if dreams catch fire

we burn them through

as we go.

Reviews

[Bella Luna]

I love this, and the fact that you made up words like you were chanting a new kind of spell. It's very captivating, I wish you'd write just a litttttle longer, I could really find myself getting caught up in your work. Rereading it time to time, you make my poets eye sparkle chris. :) Wow, I only got two points for this. :p