Fulgurance

Your passion source of my swoon 

When my effusions abound 

My delirium borders on delirium 

And carry my elk in tune. 

Your smile with harmonious melodies 

Echo, during my working hours, 

From the embarrassment of a suspicious soul 

Succumbing to your vaporous wiles. 

Your hair and its flamboyant complexion 

Lulls my once weepy heart 

Of caresses of a farsighted love 

Fulgurance of a green spring. 

Your silhouette with angelic contours 

Is the source of idyllic treasures 

But also psychedelic transports 

Of a spirit refusing to be relic.