Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

Orchestrated by airy clouds, the dawn is chirping with soothing caresses on my yearning's fantasy. My eyes are wide open, and yet I didn't wake still. What spell you used, what you put on me, or why, or when you did it, has no point to ask‥ Not at all. Under a velvety mask, everybody wants to be you, but you're not everybody's. You have my mystery. You've got the skill. Besides that, you're in control. Santa on the cell phone, bodied in my thrill, is you. You're all I need... since all I need isn't just love...

No. I'll not talk about me. I'll refuse that. I already saw how your light got scared tracing me at all gymnastic's apparatus of grammar's fantasy, which I called 'em, poetically, (free verses), (essences) a.s.o. No. I will not lend, to anybody, my shoes. It's risky. It'll make your darkness, as well, to hide, or even more, to evaporate itself. Also, I don't want that. You need a balance. I hope that your own wishes get fulfilled, and next to your joys and loves, will drip more drops of,  — happiness, love, money, healthiness, inspirations, and marvelous hours next to the ones you truly cherish. Hope your new choices be without errors. If I've been your life's mistake, I have hope you learned a lesson and will be no repeat. Hope you'll have a happy holiday. I wish you. My thoughts are true. Will travel to this space of the hazard. Some will find them, some not, some will simply ignore them. But it's okay.☺ As for me, I'll be around st