The sanctuary (poetical intoxication) – K. B

The sanctuary ( poetical intoxication)
At 33, I will
Reach the
Sanctuary
That nothing
Penetrates,

Nor rumours
Nor the clamor
Of the world.

In these
Lonely nights
I dream of
Faeries;

The heart is
Keen on
Rejoycing
After
The dazzling
Light of the day,

Oppressing
The poor mind
Used to dimness
And Youth.

At 33,
I will reach
The sanctuary;

The perfect
Age,
The perfect
Numbers,
The perfect
Planets,
The perfect
Zoology,
The perfect
Chronicle
Of disease
Melting
At the pole ;

The great
Boat seeks
A haven
Full of cupples
In the middle
Of a typhoon.

The rooftops
Are flying,
Temptation
Lurks
And tires
The mind
But there’s
A stream
Of love,

There are lights
Flickering
At the end
Of the tunnel
That leads
To this revery,
This constant
Endless
Poetic
Intoxication ;

This perfect
Scenery
Animated
By luminous
Butterflies.

Life is a drop
At the end
Of the road
And one seeks
Peace
After the tumult,

A unselfish
Passion
In the currents
Of dusk
After the dazzling
Light.
I like you,
Then I love
You,

Then I hear
The bells

For I’m missing
In the bar tonight !

 

K.B

 

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