Wandering

In the dull hours of my life

When the grey clouds mask the desire

When the aurora no longer smiles

I confine myself to a reclusive corner

Then the muse comes running to me

Helped by beautiful nectars rescuing

Out of me, the enchanted soul, rescued

Feeds on caught up dreams

And beautiful, strong, haunting memories

Distant echoes or other imminent ones

Fleeing heavy earthly burdens, morose

Assailing her from all sides, neurosis

Delivered, soaring towards the infinite

She rubs shoulders with stars and the indefinite

Exquisite and intoxicating elixirs

Playing with the mind and gloating

She sings love without the requiem

Delighted to have generated this poem