7ᵉ Sens

Septième Sens

Sonia Rykiel 1979 Eau de Parfum

When it dusk
When the night awakens

Then it gets eyes
The darkness

The full buds break open

Releasing their nectar
Covered by long shadows

Slowly the earth opens
And spicy mist rises

Dull wood shimmers
Wet with honey-brown resin

Ripe fruit falls softly
Dipping into dark warm moss

Flexible movement
Lurking in the grass

All senses tense
The heart beats in sensory ecstasy

The owl cries
Morning approaches

Twilight preserves
The mystical dream