A joy extant infers
Fate lets attain,
I find imagine
What ought contain,
Stuff be of dreams
Imaging the silken,
Rather than lined
In matters coarse,
Though often times
Joy be dark horse,
To masquerade
Masked as a rose,
In joyless shade,
Wanting not impose…
Yet be this joy
Illusion’s dope,
Thirsting to enjoy
We live in hope,
Yet sadly fantasize
In musings empty,
Waiting joy incites
A moment of delight
To more than but survive!
A memory of a younger man’s, search…
for my friend Paulette
translation of my OFV, La Joie ~ imaginée ~
Poetry on a canapé 
Thank you so much for the translation. This is beautiful!
You are indeed most welcome, and nice to know you found it beautiful. One way or another as again in this instance, you’ve managed to inspired me to translate some of my other work, as Marianne has done in the past. her past suggestions combined with your prior comment, has me now keen to do so.
Thanks again Paulette. Jean-Jacques