fusion

Something orange. Life.
The royal power drowning a distance
between day and night.

Something blue. A new
ocean and another space to grow.
A vision coming true.

A different pace, one
infinite place and some
time to look at the horizon over there
pour inviter la fantaisie à danser et
pour me montrer telle que je suis.

Rubine red. Emerald green. And
that golden dream, always the same, always
longing to be transparence but still
very shiny and really mean.

A black woman dancing tribal sounds
and a white man wearing tribal symbols
are getting married out there in the infinite universe
et je travaille pour leur fête:
a bouquet of roses and violets, a picture
of my world and a brand new song.

Je chante! Do I belong?