Oh how you have struggled
Like a wing with a broken bird
Oh how your spoiled prayers
Have found regret
When they’ve been heard
Your pirouette on this earth
Is a delicate stance
That monitors the breathing patterns
Of the dragons dance
When to leap?
First your left foot
Then my right foot
No guarantee to reach the middle
When the distance behaves like this
Oh how it comforts
The break in each finger
To replace the absence
With your melody
Fine tuned thread
That wakes the dead
You rest your head
On green blades
To find comfort
Where we hesitate
This is the miracle
I will unearth it
With your spade
Blue stains on bricks
Roots give
Pulled through fragile openings
Memories that want to live
They devour your reflection
Stroll the trees
Past the night
We walk inside the kite
That flies about our sky
© GÄ
Poétique 