I
One day, a king went out on horseback…
(He rode the wind, which entered him, streamlined him, he flew straight on and became the air itself…)

And I shook off the water and it was about time.
The entire heavens are your ethereal residence.
you can now give thanks for the solemn
and severe glance, the protection of the gods,
a veil on my head, on yours a
blazon of nobility. A home for
heart, my smile for a gift. I know
who you are, my constant regal companion.

The seeds open and germinate
And we learn that, where there is
Spirit, there is always new sap and
clouds to trot upon, curl about, warmth
of the wind rushing over us
as we hold each other tight
in the very air and, perhaps, fly.
And if its didn't have wings,
it would be a butterfly:
we will always be recognised as flowers if
moved by the truth. Grow! Grow!
Triumphal seed of light.

The king fell from his horse and got up
but he did not immediately recognise the face
of love in those liquid eyes.
He diverted his gaze to not wound me
again. He never wanted to believe it again.
And if I had been walking alone?

Unique soul of rare beauty…
Loyal, fervent knight
you said things that I was no
longer capable of saying.
And then came the bit that shatters.

Perhaps I was struck by a verse.
Or was it you who, having shattering the bit
sprinkled the air and “for justice
you watered all the plants”
consecrated among the stones
and perhaps I was there, too, in the hour of the
blessing and exhaustion.

Overcoming the challenges
and the ploughed fields.
Here, one only lives. Here, one comes
here, one returns, for justice or beauty.

Heart of a woman, fruit of silvery
passion, your bitter almond teeth,
such drops of soul
in flames, reveal the ancient
prophecy and, in the silences, we will be able
to interpret the signs of love
rediscovered on the bulwark of the port
with an absence, with song on the altar.
There, I prostrate myself, certain of vastness.
I adorn myself with pearls and drink wine
looking into the eyes of a dazzling
fate with a brilliant
enchantment: the dream that I long for.

Come, white horses with a sorrel
coat, rise up on divine
architecture, run guardians of the light,
run with me: “no one grooms me
so well as the wind! “
Protector companions who hear
the song: with your magnanimous eyes
you watch over me in flight, because I recognise
that I am alive and, for this, grateful.

Teach me the freedom of the
swallow, to dissolve myself in a voile of
pure silk. I will prostrate myself before you
beautiful soul, to the Sun will I offer
glances of transmuted drops.

My love for you is unquestioned.
“I miss you as if
a thousand years had pass” in breathing.

II
Today, I am going out to buy my wedding dress

…a few days ago away from you, thaumaturgic
flash of Sun and Starry Mantle…
Eternity is perforated on
the clouds of dawn in the eye of God:
So be it! Welcome, beauty that penetrates
me without escape and blessed be
the abyss that precedes my steps!

Today, I am going out to buy my wedding dress.
It is to distract me from your absence,
by beloved, delightful lord.
I am writing my love letters from the front,
the Infinite Spirit will come
like water to a thirsty dove,
like blue sapphire in the
marrow of a white virgin.

I never wrote to anyone of love
nor wanted to wear the veil for anyone
because I never found their essence
to be the eternity of Creation in their heart,
as I only read in yours.

And, in my heart, I entreated: “Don't be
sad golden jewel, for I desire
only you with a single breath”.
And I, who made myself a butterfly
in the wind to join you in flight,
dressed myself in Spirit, to resemble an
Angle, my noble lord:
heart of my heat, all of gold.

Most delightful spouse of love
There, where you are, is certainly my
essence that liquefies like lava,
undoes the knot of past eras
to transform the, into a treasure chest of precious gems and in the tepid refuge awaits you.

Magnificent lord: from afar,
you lose the mantel of the running water.
My just lord, the ancient dream,
you guide the step of the soul… On your
breast flames the courage of a king!

I love you and the womb that led you
to the light and its white seed:
before you, my Ancestors, and Life,
I bow and offer a devoted crown.

Cosima di Tommaso