MY HOPE

MY HOPE

I can swallow my language

I can sweep my dust

All reminded in my mind …

My soul rolling near the shadow

Comes and stay

On a day

In my heart

For a story

Which has no end

Meanwhile – I intend to take part

Of our time

But … Nothing is

In a majesty

I would like

To have a last struggle:

This of the life

By singing

Novelties

Through the darkness

For a shared liberty

Angry – I am not

I rob to the time

The tenderness which

Is hanging up to my tongue – my lips

Oh! It would be like a miracle

Each time again

By dancing

Awake

In my dark words

Therefore – how is it necessary

To catch the real

With my dusty

Hands ?

A duty of changing

All the places

When I am angry …

Shall I cry

For the died roses ?

All along the street

My walk beyond

The loneliness

My walk looking for

The future …

Kiss me – moonlight!

Take my eyes far from

The ugly men

Let me open my arms

Let me take your smile

For climbing towards

The height !

Too tight is my way

Though I roll my tears

In the perfect body’s innocence …

On my cheeks – my ears – my eyes – my mouth -

Are running the pearls

Of the sadness

But it is enlightening

The stones of

My town

Fever is ever charming

Me awake

I fight only

Against my own shadows

My knowledge

Is empty of truth

But this one is  glittering

On the whole poetry

That I am ever bringing

Like the old luggage

With  me

The nature took place

And one’s self

Will not change it

Perhaps – it’s a conquest of

The eternity …

But no entrance

Except for the ecstasy

I take measures of every strong feature

That does run in my language:

It’s my hope and my desire

In front of the

Black horizon –

Still ever more pulling out

Beauties of my own

Mystery