i am your passion's dialect
On any cloud of the sky
I wrote to you the words
of my soul with the angels' quill,
dipped in the ink of stars,
created by scream of my colors
On any cloud of the sky
I played in your fantasy's routine
for the poesy you are, —
the muse of my muses,
the lure of my demons,
the metaphor of my metaphors,
the surreal nature of my realities.
On any cloud of the sky,
it has been embodied by me
with the smile of an I love you,
with the vibe of a song,
with the picture of a moment,
with their seductive essence.
On any cloud of the sky
pirouetting your thought on me,
the poetic mood I was in, I am in,
didn't and doesn't feel human.
You tempted it to fulfill the role
of a safeguarding cocoon for..., —
for I am your passion's dialect.