L homme au bord de la riviere

L’homme au bord de la rivière

Sad dream of yours
Sit at the edge of the river
Looking at the infinity consuming
By tones of blue of the night
An emptiness so inert that furrows
The river of the dunes and of the water

Torturous names of coldness
Caresses your bitter and shivering skin…

Like an eternal wreckage
You walked to another end
You continued to walk
And you spoken like an
Epilogue, monologue of the sun
Succumbing the tainted colours
Of porcelain

You delayed the short term of steps
Like if you didn’t wanted to loose
Your endeared home of eternal nostalgia
Searching what you ceased to live…

The lone rise of the birds
Left you a homage of silent
Movements of their wings

Sad dream of yours
Looking at the vacuous
An unhearing solitude of yours
Inert movements of voices
Offering these for the river…

Sad dream of yours…