i am your passion's dialect
I wrote the words of my soul
to you… with the angels' quill
dipped in the ink of stars,
created by my splash of colors
On any cloud of the sky
I have the moves of the fantasy
for the poesy you are,
the lure of my demons
the metaphor of the metaphors
the surreal of my realities
On any cloud of the sky,
it has been embodied by me
with the smile of an I love you…,
but as if the poetic mood I am
doesn't feel human, you lured it
to be your safeguarding cocoon
for I am your passion's dialect