A LITTLE POEM

You form matter, sublimating it into energy, you spread in colour.

You tell yourself about the stars, the Moon and the Sun.

With light fantasy made of spurts of energy, you proclaim their beauty.

You find peace in creating and create without ceasing.

You are not what they think, and you are not what they want, you are simply a little poem.

The moment is lit up in your shadow and desire springs forth from the skin of fragrance.

Little poem, open in my hands, a sweet clean-smelling reawakening.

The crazy poet goes through life on enchantment and in music.

The uncertain logic seduces the soul, changes the colour, breaks thoughts into lots of tiny letters while he writes his little poem on a light dream.