Moonwalk step

I am a lunatic poet 

in moonwalk scribbler mode 

with a deplorable lack of gravity

who scandalize the dignified crowd .

In a sea of deceptive tranquility 

to make you believe in my passion,

the tide deposits an armful of seaweeds 

that will bloom like artificial flowers 

on a tombstone ...

 Tomorrow is dead on arrival .

Give me back ,this yesterday's juvenile elixir ! 

Am I just a disheveled symphony 

sweeping me away on a passtime journey ?

 Elegant chevalier -errant ,

Quixote in search of  windmill sentiments

to seduce just for one night stands ?

 Adventurer in lady's fingers affair,

fickle tormentor of reckless  hearts .

 I will always to be faithful  to the rendezvous

of nowhere ...

And you'll wait for me ,even if I'm already present...

There is no such thing as happy love .

And that's why we love ...

Have some sympathy for a poor devil ! 

I would put you in the void of my will ...

 On my dance card no more names 

of flirtatious girls ...

 and I am not longer setting trends ...

 but don't lapse into my cosmodrama  ! 

 I haven't forgotten my moonwalk step ...