It's a mystery depicted in prisms
Its colossal glory seized my attention
You know I can shape rain into gold
Shaping baroque sculptures into silver doves
Stand before me, under the spotlight you can read my poem up in he sky
Your burn my blood, burn the weather, blow the water, rev up the fire and dry my body
I couldn't find you, I'm lost, confronted to dead ends, withdrawn in incapacity
Memories hissed, far fetched underground, the lac of Annecy a reminiscing of my old romance
I found the sonnets to seduce you with elegance
A picture of a naked silhouette, traveling my dreams
The strides that cross the void between the comets
You know I can shape the meteors in the corners of your eyes, shape constellations together in a web
A ray of light ties us to the cosmos, two mirrors that translate our mutual connexion
I can shape your lips in which ever color you want them to be
I unfurl my hand, to offer you the universe
I snag a feather in the air, balancing crescendo
I try to express that I have never seen, such a clear and perfect image, that forces tears out through my eyes
She gathers nature's million years of mutations
But your hair dear comrade, your hair, clear free like gold in a stream, a inconceivable jewel
I unveil the the sun sets, the thousand tropical flowers with petals
Take a look at this place, caught in a flashing ray, a masterpiece of spring days, it's all for you
Whisper to me, your furtive green naturally as a spring shower, allegory to all the seasons
I had not even noticed that it had been raining this whole time
I needed to hear our pulses thudding together
The lights dim and the poem ends in romance
