Open your eyes and see,
Above the walled city that once laid in ruins,
An empty mast
Against the dark of the night,
An unfilled cup,
A door left ajar for the one-way in
And the thousand ways out.
You will observe symbols have found renewed meanings,
And a note left on a wooden table reads:
"Tonight, as I could not sleep, I noticed light coming into the room as if it were almost daybreak. I walked outside. The garden you once visited was bathed in the brilliance of a harvest moon and its translucency caressed my arms and face. And I thought of you, as I imagined that, however illogical and unlikely that may be, you too could feel the same ethereal presence bestowed upon us in this thick, unending and unbroken nocturnal silence, that no artist could capture the beauty, the peace of the fraction of this second that would never come back and that, in truth, this infinitesimal moment belonged to us. "
If your eyes could see
The banner you noticed from afar
Flying high
Red on white against the blue…
Above the walled city that once laid in ruins,
An empty mast
Against the dark of the night,
An unfilled cup,
A door left ajar for the one-way in
And the thousand ways out.
You will observe symbols have found renewed meanings,
And a note left on a wooden table reads:
"Tonight, as I could not sleep, I noticed light coming into the room as if it were almost daybreak. I walked outside. The garden you once visited was bathed in the brilliance of a harvest moon and its translucency caressed my arms and face. And I thought of you, as I imagined that, however illogical and unlikely that may be, you too could feel the same ethereal presence bestowed upon us in this thick, unending and unbroken nocturnal silence, that no artist could capture the beauty, the peace of the fraction of this second that would never come back and that, in truth, this infinitesimal moment belonged to us. "
If your eyes could see
The banner you noticed from afar
Flying high
Red on white against the blue…
Copyright 2010 Alain Millon
