jeudi 3 mai 2012


A grey photograph
from the good old days
is hurting my soul

remembrance of the dead
bitter-sweet tenderness
in the midst of Time

you do know this feeling
the frail hope of dawn
when night was gloomy

the only everlasting thing
is this shrine of the heart
where your memories pray

nothing is more certain
than the passing of Time
and the touch of Eternity

one knows perfectly well
that he is but a pilgrim
in the ante-room of death

and eternal life

Claude Lopez-Ginisty

1 commentaire:

  1. I like this. The fifth and sixth stanzas speak to my heart.