Patroness, Madonna - Poem by Hebert Logerie
Oh! Darling, you're leaving tomorrow.
You’ll no longer be at the reach of my cuddling hands.
I heard that you’ve found a new hive, a rainbow,
A beautiful nest and a sapphire in the sand.
Oh! Now it is pouring somewhere
That I can neither touch nor see.
I am damned, hopeless like a prisoner.
My spirit is down, low, pale and sick.
I feel sad and alone in this coffer.
I will no longer see your shadow,
Your image, your gestures and your smile.
I will no longer hear your laughter, your echo.
I will no longer inhale the aroma of your style.
Oh! God, I feel sick in my stomach, I feel flat.
I will no longer be able to feel your rhythm and your tempo.
I will no longer witnessing you laboring like a cat.
Tomorrow everything will be bleak, strange and different.
In the hollow of my eardrums, only the songs remain,
With the sole purpose of calming the uproar, which blurs my silence,
My life, my peace and indeed my reason for being and living.
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