Unusual “I”

The hand of mercy sprinkled
A golden dust over and over
The lips of wisdom spoke silence
The womb of planet bears progeny
A spark of diamond in the dew of my tear
Boiling one
A drop of it to melt the ice cube of your heart
Usual you and usual I
As waterfall from the top of the hill
Lofty unusual I
Stands bewildered and obtuse
An oxymoron
That wants to examine
Here in its lab
Alas Love
And God forbid
We dry out slowly and sure
Homo nuovus has its saying
“Unless you are in love
You have no right to approach the unknown”