Despair

In a quiet and silent place

I thought of a flower, to the rosace window 

Whose silhouette etched in my mind 

Seemed to be telling me : "Honey, I almost got it." 

I live in my dreams, in a far off world 

Lost, astray, but the whole thing disappears in the morning 

I look for how this happiness vanished 

Of a night of melancholy and softness. 

Where could I find you, long dreamed flower

In a heaven or on earth hampered? 

You belong to me. Think for a moment. I am yours

Flee, to end of the world, I will pursue you.