~His name was sang to the four winds~
I was so carelessly sitting on my rooftop
seeing all-stars with the green lens
was a noise not a voice
but I was resting there
without hearing it very well
and reluctant to follow it
What is that?
from my special place i saw
some starving apparition
coming out of their stones
not sure...
and i saw even covering my eyes
grey souls coming in my direction
tattered and guided by His desire
~He was there~
covered by night
chewing those five souls
My eyes was a mirror of those pains
i shouted! ! ! No....
but they only could hear
the sound of the night
and still ~ in a perverse way~
~His name is sung to the four winds~
I feel related with it! ! ! ! And yes very intense in so many ways poète! ! ! ! Do you prefer French or english?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
so nostalgic.... nicely written............ morgan........ thanks