You look like a light-colored satin
Stars f
a
l
l on your caramel hair
Your laureate crown is permanent
You walk fast as a local feline
L'Empereur far from his throne
You look disoriented
You look tired
It's nightfalling
Resolution parts
The moon shines
Gold minds
Lace L'étoile
Jeune ace
Shiny sleeves
I go through a mirror
You're sitting in there
I hide carefully
Not to be alert
I have found myself again
Dreaming of you inside
The reflection of your mirror
At night my opal
sleeves are made of satin.
- Codelandandmore// 6:00 PM ©
Modern poem