I am like a pauper.
My begging limbs elongate against
the chandelier of your effulgence.
As if the rays of sunshine, like the salmon fishes
climbing back the fall to their origins.
I am your lost soul
forgotten,
stained,
with the unfamiliar stench of this world.
Without you
I am transparency, subject
to the experience of colours, fragrances and tastes,
void
to space, space to shapes,
and silence to music,
to poetry.
Without you
I am a gadabout of beauty,
a Renoir,
painting
your reminiscence.
remembering you
in reliving
your gleaming portrait.
