I hear your call
9 March 2015
Slowly clouds gathered
White pieces of tenderness
A balm in the sky
Soft infinite the heart seeks
An extension of soul lace
The moon pale looked on
Its tidal yearnings in check
Mate to sleeping sun
It gazed on from its castle
A prison for the weak mind
Fragrance of light danced
Amidst myrrh and argan oil
That trees bled silent
In hushed awe I watched you bleed
And bathe the earth in incense
Wisps of night fell stark
As desert gloom covered all
Yet the grass grew thick
Thus in radiant defiance
Your luscious hair sprouted dark
Enthralled in white light
Wings weaving a starlit flight
A firefly pranced
Body dancing in bright tunes
You stood seven miles apart
Engulfed in darkness
Yet emerging to the light
Earth stood in two minds
Between two worlds eye to eye
Flickering recognition
The wind listened hard
Breathless anticipation
Shook its mighty frame
I hear your call as I wake
To your iridescent flames
The fire now raged
Crimson streaks across the sky
Made the embers bright
As souls’ fire spread on strong
Your voice lit the roaring flames
Espoir du début, tendresse, extension de l’âme….et, ça se casse la gueule très vite, échec, prison et cette raideur dans l’ombre omniprésente. On retrouve un peu d’espoir, on se remet à y croire mais irrémédiablement, c’est le noir. Et, finalement, ouf, l’appel est entendu, il était temps, et ça crépite “comme un incendie”
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C’est un rêve un peu mystique que j’ai fait où la lune serait un satellite prison et la terre serait une entité pensante
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