Angel

Still

Silent

And cold

I am watching

The emptiness

Of her absence

A breast

That once fed me

A heart

Who used to sing me

Songs and lullabies

I feel lost
With her

In this mysterious foggy night

Swimming into an ocean

of stars

Among the terribly beautiful

Constellations

Our voices, our laughs, our cries

Colliding

In a now impossible meeting

Leaving

The wounded orphan

Deprived of

An essential breath

Blinding sun, softly moving green grass

And the roaring ocean

Nature

Singing its glorious song

Of an eternal renewal
In my ears

While she is lying there

Still and mute

At the end of an end

Irrevocably

Beautifully kidnapped from the world

Leaving on tiptoe

A definitive hush

In the middle of this endless night

(for my grand-mother Angèle - september 2012)