An alley of sordid carrousel lamps
Easel of Champaign neurons
Quiet spun dreams growing
Reach for mystic Dali apples
Opal carriages leaving Warsaw
Serotonin piano doused like an orgy
Romance is a General with a Mistress
Wine of a lecher
Red elves in golden coats
Baudelaire opium
Fallen towers with new mathematicians
Sky of emasculating hope
Everyone carries the silver sword
Her smile has sweetness like autumn
Deep blue eyes with silk red hair
Lady of Byronic grace
Argonauts hear the sensual tides
Fate brings winds of purple diamonds
Vase of deep blue velvet
Lorraine like a bold bruised sea
She lights the candles of paradise
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I would like to translate this poem
Exquisite candlelight illuminating the way to paradise, unfolding a whole new world of quiet spun dreams. Sensual tides carrying it all across a bold bruised sea. Extraordinary detail, all the while keeping a steady even rhythm. Great poem, Joseph! Thank you for sharing, RoseAnn