WITH INDIGO-DYED FILIGREES

Among snow-white lotus petals
I let my breath lull me
the same way a soft wave might do.
I yearn to get astray
in a universe where
torments have no origin.
I long to get lost
among the phantasy of
liquid holograms
intimate images
while being basked
in the August heat wave.
I crave ruby smiles,
that inlay the cobalt of the sky.
An affectionate arabesque, 
inebriates my existence.
My mind is a gypsy at sunset.
It acts like a shuttle,
between one boredom 
and another one.
The night ripples
like a surge of the sea
and wraps the evening
with indigo-dyed filigrees.
In the now dim sky,
silently,
the minutes disappear.
My memories burn,
in the prairie of my mind,
like heather
of a burnt moor,
seared by the sun.
On this growing night,
a gentle breeze insinuates itself
between my glowing imagination,
and then glosses away,
after a white seagull.
Limp, I walk on the impervious,
disjointed pavement of my memories.
My words of love for you
come back to life,
and cutesy madrigals.
My passion had written them,
my love for you.