Whisper: Mai 2008

I'm dreaming, drifting: if I was merrier...

Wishing, just as if she'd forget and revere,
As if we'd fail to remember and we were...
Silly inane boy, you never made it clear,

Your blow, just like a whisper,
Own thoughts, not quite dripping in my ear,
Uniting each drop, reminiscence of her,
Right memorymagination of her feeling, here!
Sweet and sour as the taste of... never ever!
,
Zephyr silk, my mind and soul leer,
Only the glimpse of a foreign blur,
Yields much of which I deeply revere,
Am I... Lost in her, under your power.

Arthur Billette