What was hidden
Became manifest
What was watching
Trough a glass of ruby blood
A wine, and the shadows beyond.
From the soft realms
Of a dreamed Nightlights’ landscape
Emerald stars,
The forest is silent…
And now is the shining,
The Greatest reality.
It’s late, and I want to love
The core of the music
The wind is still breathing
Of flames and kisses…
I’m young, anyway.
The struggle is to come.
Sour nectar, filling the corpses
Of far quests, vulgaires…
Filling the thoughts
That spire to the soul
The poetry, palpitating en plein c½ur.
Another glass
Another dream
Waiting for another soul
Who wants to share
The breathe of life
Just fluttering wings together.
For a while, or for the life
Surgeing the passion
Ancient mysteries
A girl and a boy,
Eyes….
…and another chalice of wine.
