Ethereal beauty

You are the threshold between flesh and inspired.

Oaths dissolved in your eyes like a form of forgiveness.

You speak to me with the echoes of a voice 

in an inaccessible yet so close dimension ...

I reach out my arms to you ,but you fade away 

in the murky depths of a lunar chasm ...

 Are you nothing that the faded incense 

of an illusion that continues to burn within me ?

Paleness of a glance carried away 

by the whims of the seasons ...

My sweet hearth from an another  era ,

canvas born from the unfinished dream 

of a forgotten painter ...

My lost betrothed in the ambiguous light

of a last summer ember .

This cascade of your hair in the fire of my hand ,

white dress billowing in the breeze ...

Already wife of a nocturnal blue 

suspended in the uncertainty of life and dream...

 Guardian of the waters and the whispers 

of the silence .

Leaving me with this musical watercolor harmony.

Magic of a mystery that ends in a funeral march

in the rain ...

 The hours of  the bodies that are carried away

no longer rebel against the pantomime 

 of the living ...

   I will meet you there .

Without ever tiring of contemplating 

the features of your face ,

that the painter will have finally completed...

 Your name on the marble long since erased.

 I ,annoyed in a sad  suburb lost in a milky galaxy .

You, lighthearted spirit in the ethereal beauty...