Accord Aeon Aeonium Velours Translation Malou Troel, Plouvien Aeonium Velours Response M C Gold Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Good: our choice, bloom open voice vibrating,
Attraction magnetic peeping
Through entries in safe-keeping.
Artful Ariane, anticipating,
Blond head, from horn escaping,
From fears and tears joy reaping.

Extension of my dreams, of my thoughts,
Inextricably caught
In firebird glance safe, shared, sought.

Good in my heart, zephyr light tinkling
In your smile, echo humming:
Both beginning, second coming,
Pleasure inking, winking, thinking
Of sweetness polyhedral,
Words worlds blossoming as one,
Bidirectional joy won,
Heartfelt kisses' bliss cathedral.

Here your words from wait translating
Nothing rough, nor bluff, souls sweeping,
Over time and distance leaping
Soul for soul's eternal mating.
Of good, time's hues
Of life, rhyme's tempo,
Of happiness shared halo.

Gold: your voice, in my soul vibrating,
As a discreet evidence, creeping
Into the most secret entries.
Skillful Ariane, never idle lying,
Fond of her thread, dawn unveiling,
Flouting all flatness and all tears.

Extension of my dreams, of my thoughts,
Which furtively seeps out
In a glance, swift, red firebrand.

Gold in my heart, the light tinkling
Of your smile, humming and echoing:
Of mine the whole beginning,
Stretching, a burst of intense pleasure,
Of sweetness roundest circle,
Cradling smoothly blossoming words,
Before flying them back to you,
A fluttering kiss for your heart.

Here are your words and their weight,
Nothing of a sweet talk they are but:
Of gold, the colors
Of life, the tempo
Of happiness, the halo.