A promising moon prepared the sky for confidences words here and there I sensed things Which organised, surely, your infinite dreams Under austere stars
we would have to find the sky dilute our memories level the sand before lying in the sun
At all times you will keep an eye out and listen carefully on high alert and you will be living day-to-day waiting for the news of better times *first posted in April 2021, edited (significantly) in April 2022
En toutes circonstances
garder l’oeil ouvert
le pied alerte
et vivre au jour le jour
en attendant les nouvelles
des jours meilleurs
let my will melt in the coldness of August, shake off the dust of regret when I open the window, looking at you through the rain, a little sad, like tears on the window.
*posted for the first time in August 2019, reviewed in July 2020
Time, hot, cold, past, gone, stolen, switched off, in the palm of my hand, in the ray of light that has just landed on my morning.
Reposted from August 2017, reviewed in July 2019