With my wingless heart
I sometimes do not see the light
Of yours, my muse
It is as if I had lost
All hope
To the nocturnal gloom
It is as if my soul
Could no longer fly
_____________________________Over the tenebrous valleys and empty deserts
_____________________________The Great Divide or the frozen lakes
_____________________________The rivers of ice that meander aimlessly
_____________________________Or the seemingly motionless glaciers
But with the morning sun
My spirit, once again
Soars above the clouds
Riding the eastern wind
To feel the warmth of
Your song
The enchantment of
Your existence
Copyright 2011 Alain Millon
