love and glory


walking through the paths of the dreams,
the reality of the right now, it melts into a magic joy
costumed in the splendid power of stellar dust
fine pigmented with the stolen moments out of a poem
identifying my soul as being a medicament, an appetizer,
the scent of a color, even a suffer for lust, a sweet sound
comparable with the hymn of the fantasies…
walking through the paths of the dreams,
a touch of the sun dawn, and of the moonbeam, with
the mysterious realm of the night, and the grandeur of the day
offered to my spirit the gifted tone of a key directed
by the mystic air of a drunken smile unable to give nothing else
except, appreciation hid in a tiny story about love and glory
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi
Billy Idol