EFFUSION

Like a great nocturnal and silent bird
an emotional jet
imponderable matter of ecstasy
what I was supposing inert in the past
it vibrated in me his dream wave.
And from his flaming heart
the intense pulsation was transferred in mine.
Not even imagining
I, shadow of this bird,
could still fly in his tired wings.
In a mixture of joy and amazement
I stroked again the illusory clouds.
And how sweet it is now,
in the ethereal senses suspension, the delivery
from soul to renewed emotion
that melts me in anxious heart rain.