Can’t matter that much
If the blood of Kings
Runs through your veins
When you’re left with
Nothing but sunglasses
On a piece of cardboard
That you can sell on the beach
To put dinner on the table
Later tonight
I closed my eyes and saw
A white panther cross
Behind my eyelids
I wasn’t sure if this was
A trick of the light
Or the actual sight of
Something I saw from before
That I forgot or indeed
A slow motion effect and
There was actually a cat
Sitting in front of me
Listening to my heaving heart
More than the shape of a cloud
More than an imaginary shroud
I found myself uplifted
With exactly what I had
© GÄ
Poétique 