CLOUDS

 Clouds

shatter and scatter,
a tender stem 
dreaming of rain,
the snow capped peaks,
and a laughing bee,
it's Fall night,
I say no to a sleepless night,
for above all, 
I wanted to see you.
And the night,
turned pitch black,
yet already
ready to blush
and for my own good,
I saw that you were there,
I saw that you were radiant,
an emerald upon 
my warm heart,
which beats 
and beats again with love, my one and only sun.
And it came to pass
my nightingale,
seeing this I understood
that it was in a hurry.
From now on, 
all is yours and mine,
and madly, without reason,
I gave you my heart,
I handed you its key.
The universe
that you open,
that you cover, 
and from which 
you bring forth beauty.
Falling snow
keeping watch
over the pulse's glow
at the summit,
knowing
your tide which rushes 
forth and yields
what it awaits from you,
my love,
finally, 
amidst your tears, 
a single tear of yours
to be your stroke of luck,
a wound most faithful,
a streak of honey 
on your skin.