SELENE

Medallion of the night with the image of the day
And wounded by the pearl of melancholy;
Home of the spirits, heart of the azure,
The sadness of a bride in her tower of tulle;
Mask of mystery or solitude,
Clinging like a mushroom upon immensity;
First dream of the world, blooming in the sky,
Or the first blasphemy hanging in its flight…
A great astral lily, a cup of light and mist,
A caress or sunburn in the darkness,
An electric and pale witch that guides on paths,
Misleads souls, hypnotizes destinies…
Spouse of the world in your magnetic rounds;
Heavenly somnambulist step by step to light;
White or sinister home of lilies or candles,
Medal of purity, pill of delirium;
Talisman of the abyss, strong and melancholic,
Magnetized by life, magnetized by death…
Sometimes you seem like grave without a master
And sometimes… a cradle, all white! filled with hope and fantasy…