TO THE SUN

But sometimes,

a gentle warm touch unveils me,

I blink my eyes,

none,
but you are beside me !
Your coming costs my convivial nights
but, know,
it is that joy
I dream and wait long.
* * *
I gaze at the rays
rather your transparent eyes,
with your exquisite sensibility
you set on ablaze,
the inflammable memory at the core of your heart
is
perpetual !!
* * *
I blush for helpless I am,
so inconsiderable become my words
adore you still with 'sans-heart;
nothing can I give you -
but the figments of this blankness
is
yours !!!