Sylvia Sharpentier

The flakes rested a moment on my head before finishing the race. I was engendering spirits visible of grace. Into the night fog I was walking like an enchanted! When I kneeled to tie my leather boots, I was paying respect to the emerald universe above. Tonight I think about you again.
Love-drunk, teeter and totter, hobble and wabble
because my spirit remembers our resonance
Tonight we are far from each other
Tonight I'm hungry (of you)
My irrepressible love volleying bombardments
only by faith  could it be solaced 
Yellow dry reeds puzzle me greatly
Their fragile stalks bow to the winds like mute penitents
Walking under the cloak of humanism, a penetrating enlightement! 
O how flickering I am, this lovelorn lantern-light!

My scarf is blowing. My cheeks ephemeral. O muse, blues possessed me tonight. I am crying

I loved her
and sometimes she loved me too

My hands smell like a lemon
The air is a scoop of dulce de leche and tastes like predestination
Glory to the perseverance of Christian nation
Blessings to you of reverence, our elation
A partying rebel, parleying devil, but part-time constable
A layman evangel, silent gospel, and full time antechapel
Rich laughters of a self-tailored reverberate,
a mirage of myself burns in the fog
as I disappear into the forest of eternity.
I pray, play, and praise like a child
My quilted words fly away like riptides,
only the residue of magnificence stays on my lips,
the fragrance of moonlight

My hero, my dear adventress,

I beseech you
Tread on my hat as you trail away
With good memories only

Unexpectantly,