Serendipity

What I have been searching for so long.

 In English entricacies .

French psychosis .

German  thinkers .

And even in the mysteries of Elvish language....

 A romantic graffiti on a wall in Pompeii .

Translation in a seraphic melody ,

or some devilish gibberish ...

 Farewell letter to a princess of Atlantis .

  Sediments of times ...

Words have a gaze that waits to be unveiled .

Are they merely empty summer promises ?

I would remain there as an echo .

No one perceives my innermost scripture anymore...

 I would only to be desired in the call of your absence.

 I have so much to tell you ...

  To feel alive in a dead remembranch.

There is chance only in the unspeakable ,

 Hope in the elusive ...

  Words are nothing but the silence of cries 

and modesty of tears ...

  In the rain,I picked up a heart queen's prayer .

She gave me a healing caress .

  But it was to late to choose...

Perhaps, I might finally accept your polite refusal .

  You don't love me .

I don't understand you .

The walls of your mind covered in lethargic lettering...

  But you're all welcome in my  madness ! 

  Objects of my serene pity 

   and serendipity ...