O my muse, my sweet muse!
in the gentle breeze of Rose-Hill,
I often feel you on my windowsill.
To you my pains and joys I daily reveal,
Because I know for me you deeply feel.
We fly together to Corps De Garde mountain,
Our laughter echoing, emotions unchained.
On a luminous rainbow we always sit,
Thousands of lamps are elegantly lit.
You take me to Mother Sparrow
who on my palm whispers, “No sorrow.”
The flowers I caress,
To my pets I say, “No regrets.”
With you back in my room,
I meet No Longer Gloom.
Like a halo around my head
and I write,
I run a thousand miles.