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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=567122" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ode to the Senses; a Sense of Prayer</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=567122" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">When first I lost my sight, <br>my universe went dark obscure<br>blackest pitch of night<br>lit by dim memories<br>that blazed impressions<br>clearer than with lustrous light<br>though greater loss<br>not seeing you<br>than losing sight of all my world<br>and all the things you do.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=567122" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">When hearing left me deaf, a stone, <br>no worldly sound<br>my silent macrocosm locked inside<br>tinnitus my companion tone<br>quiet footsteps on the ground<br>your voice a memory that died<br>a quiet death, <br>though greater loss <br>not hearing you<br>the whispered words that say 'It's you.'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=567122" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">When odors, taste conjointly leave<br>no clear distinction, sour, sweet, <br>methane gas like roasted meat - <br>alas, my heart and soul both grieve<br>no more your breath, your scent unique<br>will capture me within their mist<br>no longer tasting savored lips<br>though greater loss<br>not sharing both for what we are, <br>the I of we, the you with me.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=567122" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">When sense of touch is likewise gone, <br>when searing flesh and breaking bone<br>can feel no pain, nor joy again<br>of holding, touching, soft and smooth<br>not knowing where your fingers roam, <br>your hands upon my anxious face, <br>your arms in warmest tight embrace, <br>the greater loss<br>not feeling that ecstatic thrill<br>we felt together but no longer will.<br> <br>Though all these senses still remain, <br>how great the loss I shall retain<br>if you no longer see <br>the loving lass in me<br>nor hear my words of dire need, <br>nor feel each year the growing seed<br>nor taste the juices of my fruit<br>and of my flowered scent stay mute - <br>then shall you say you saw love die<br>from senselessness of you; - And I, </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=567122" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">how great the loss that you shall reap<br>if I am blind from tears I weep<br>and deaf to all your childish pleas<br>and please you not on bended knees<br>as oft we did in days of yore, <br>nor touch you where I did before, <br>and use my lips, not kiss, but speak - <br>to you too blind, too deaf, too weak<br>to feel, too dumb to recognize the sign<br>that love has left your heart, and mine.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=567122" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Let's promise, love, while we have time<br>our senses all - while still complete - <br>to live by Carpe Diem <br>nunc et in hora mortis nostris - Amen! <br>now, and in the hour of our death -<br>a prayer to God, or any deities above<br>who can and will preserve our love.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Lorenzo+Costigliolo">Lorenzo Costigliolo</a></strong></div>