Through the finishing light
Muses woke and with some humour
'Threw a breeze in the night
D'you know the breathe of a dreamer ?
As he walks as a knight
The black silhouette does whisper
This secret that's inside
- But what would you be missing sir
- Nothing but by the sky
But don't be messing the weather
But as to magnify
This great and magic disaster...
The Muses did it right
When with grace they deigned to offer
Secret keys to a flight
Their very art y'know the power
As it's coming inside
It flows and grows and it confers
A door in the outside
To what they want there is no word
No matter how he'd try
Yet he'd follow them to fire
Wherever Muses lie
Always a throne for his masters
He's their servant that's why
That night they made him a favor
That started by the site
Of their celestial smooth arbor
And it was such a sight
And they put there so much colour
That it was such a bite
When he could see through this blue world
This very shape that might
Be the very choker of her
So as to blind his eyes
And to squirt blue in his feather
So his feather could cry,
Sing "You and me", wish the venture
A dream of butterfly
He's in a lack of a shelter
He's finding in the sky
YOU ARE READING
The world is a play
PoetryFragments, in french and english, sometimes in other languages, of existence, of meetings and so, real in the beginning, then mostly fictive.