mots à maux

XLIX

Stones remain immobile
Rocks that went through weather and time.
Under my feets, I watch your souls and memories
Screaming and crying of misery

I find beauty in nature
Invading our sepultures ;
I find beauty where nobody does ;
Writing poetry about your kingdom.

My feet slowly progressing in the paths,
Listening to desperate violin sounds.
Locked in a world of sadness,
Locked in the world of Death.

I try to remember your names,
Walking in front of your graves.
Witnesses of your existence,
Symbols of your remembrance.

I try to carry your cresset,
Holding your lofty flame
Higher and higher, at arm's length
But nobody understands.

There is a story behind all of that
Deeply buried in my hidden heart.
A silent wind, a smell of pine,
Here, time and reality are mine.