The poetry It was a frostbitten winter solstice An incandescent trawl-line left From falling stars Filled me up with his lyric Etheareally poetry Splendorous… and nebulous My mental compass. Like rolls from oblivious incense It was passed by particles and molecules Shelter, refuge and fascination on me An essentially puff of air on vivifying. Like a nostalgic musical note Diffusing his lyric in desirous sparks Capturing intimately the freedom And the imagination of poetry’art. Then I see… the poetry is overflowing myself Since ever… legacy from druidess and helenas Lyrist… reaching into my soul’ nest Casually being itself amalgamated on me. _____________________________________________________