Ciel aux parfums de l’amour
Je me
coucherais plus tôt,
La froideur
du ciel sur mon corps,
Dans ma
chambre cette photo,
Des
milliers de couleurs dans ma tête,
Ciel aux
parfums de l’amour.
Un vase
vide sur un chevet,
Longtemps me
nargue dans mon sommeil,
Je n’ai
plus de fleurs à lui offrir,
Seul mon cœur
sur des draps froissés,
Ciel aux
parfums de l’amour.
Tu t’en es
allé voir ailleurs,
Si le fruit
était meilleur,
J’ai enlevé
la rose du vase,
L’amour a
disparu,
Ciel aux
parfums de l’amour.
J’ai changé
de chambre,
Un rayon de
soleil filtrant les murs,
Une lumière
opaque discerne des lignes,
Je dessine
mon passé sur l’ombre de ses rayons,
Ciel aux
parfums de l’amour.
Je voudrais
sortir, fuir la nuit,
Retrouver le
parfum d’une rose,
Celle qui
me donnera la clé de son parfum,
Sur mon cœur,
l’amour de la rose,
Ciel aux
parfums de l’amour.
NICOLLE
Edmond le 4.07.2013
Créateur de
poésies depuis 1973
Sky with flavors of love
I would go to bed earlier
The cold air on my body,
In my room this photo
Thousands of colors in my head
Sky with flavors of love.
An empty vase on a bedside
Long taunts me in my sleep
I have more to offer him flowers,
Only my heart on crumpled sheets,
Sky with flavors of love.
You've gone to look elsewhere,
If the result was better
I removed the pink vase,
The love is gone,
Sky with flavors of love.
I changed rooms,
A ray of sunlight filtering walls,
An opaque light discernible lines,
I draw on my past the shadow of its rays,
Sky with flavors of love.
I want to go out the night away,
Find the scent of a rose,
This will give me the key to her perfume,
On my heart, the love of pink
Sky with flavors of love.
NICOLLE Edmond 04/07/2013
Creator of poetry since 1973
http://poemesauxtraversdutemps.blogspot.fr/
I would go to bed earlier
The cold air on my body,
In my room this photo
Thousands of colors in my head
Sky with flavors of love.
An empty vase on a bedside
Long taunts me in my sleep
I have more to offer him flowers,
Only my heart on crumpled sheets,
Sky with flavors of love.
You've gone to look elsewhere,
If the result was better
I removed the pink vase,
The love is gone,
Sky with flavors of love.
I changed rooms,
A ray of sunlight filtering walls,
An opaque light discernible lines,
I draw on my past the shadow of its rays,
Sky with flavors of love.
I want to go out the night away,
Find the scent of a rose,
This will give me the key to her perfume,
On my heart, the love of pink
Sky with flavors of love.
NICOLLE Edmond 04/07/2013
Creator of poetry since 1973
http://poemesauxtraversdutemps.blogspot.fr/
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