By the Shore

Waves beating the rocks

                       The freezing fog

                                         Lifts to show

                                                          Endlessness

                                                                        In arctic blue grays

                                                                                   ==== And I think of you ===

                                                               Despite the desolate coasts of

                                                        
                                                    Winters past

                                  Can't you see

                        The green

Beneath the snow?


                          === As I do ===


                                                          The seagulls have fallen silent,
                                                           But storms come to pass.
                                                           And upon the return of the swallows
                                                           May will see you with a crown
                                                           Of flowers in your hair.

                                                                         ===Can we wait by the shore?===

Copyright 2010 Alain Millon

Sous-Bois

Comme dans une forêt épaisse 

Où je me serais perdu,
Je laisse des traces:
Signes, branches cassées,
L'empreinte de mes pas, un bout de chiffon,
Ton initiale découpée dans l'écorce d'un chêne.
Elle y sera encore dans cent ans,
Et d'autres qui, eux aussi, se seront égarés,
Imagineront ce conte étonnant.
Encore, les chuchotements du vent me parviennent
Car, oui, j'entends ta voix.
Hier, aujourd'hui, demain,
Toujours, encore, et sans fin...
M'entends-tu?
Jusqu'à mon dernier souffle,
Je t'attendrai.
Comprends-tu?
Silencieux, je marche.
Silencieuse, tu m'observes.

Viens, donne-moi la main,
Et nous ne nous perdrons plus jamais.

English translation 

Undergrowth

As in a thick forest
Where I lost myself,
I leave traces:
Signs, broken branches,
A footprint, a piece of cloth,
Your initial cut in the bark of an oak.
It will still be there in a hundred years,
And others, too, will be lost,
Thinking of this amazing tale.
Still, the wind's whispers reach me
As, yes, I hear your voice.
Yesterday, today, tomorrow
Still, always, endlessly ...
Can you hear me?
Until my last breath
I'll wait.
Do you understand?

Silent, I walk.
Silent, you watch me.
Come. Take my hand
And we'll never get lost again.

Copyright Alain Millon 2010