Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

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 some color, even some suffering 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 anything else except, appreciation hidden in a tiny story about love and glory