MIDST OF LOVE

MIDST OF LOVE

Ricardo Antonio Garcia

My love

will float to your doorway.

Like a fine midst

I will hide in your mailbox.

One makeupless morning

your face

will light brighter than the Sun

because in an instant

you had

been transformed by God, all

in a mailbox day.

My love

will roam through your heart.

It will reach the Wells

of your eyes and you will cry.

One bad hair day

I will transcend

upon you as a fine dust

and through your window

I will come

and bring these blessings to you, all

on a plain air day.

Spiritual love

comes from the material body.

Shooting like Stars

the Universe will impregnate you.

Spiritual love

I will give to you.

Transcend

with me to the far off heavens gate, and

look back to where you are now.

Shall I put a stamp on the midst of love?