Des célestes gardes
Off the beat and track
An adventure
Like a childhood dream,
Strangers appear
As a reminder of some forgiving past,
Enticing, then fading
Echoing beyond the boundaries
Of an ever evolving imagination.
Everlasting in an August summer’s eve,
When the evening skies
Dangling,
Upon the will of the celestial keepers
Casting light as crystal specs
Not unlike
A newfound treasure,
But
peripheral to the physics of life
Upon our grasp,
Alluring, brushing our finger tips reach.
February 14, 2008
14 février 2008