For Robynne
You of the astonishing shape of my dreams
Dazzeled to death like an unexpected reef
As if dark and light joined together for us
You, no longer my love, but myself
Rest at the bottom of the sea
Where God withdrew his hand
You, no longer haunted by faithlessness
That is the child's
Which raised the sleeping water
I live in your depth forever set in the dawn
Invisible and without a voice
Shivering among the enigmatic ruins of paradise
Against which waters are shattered
I can hear night with a murmur
In places of its choosing
Taking you in his overpowering arms
So that your four seasons
Descend backward into silence
Like patients trembling in exile
Of its soft skin covers
You hold my hand in the calm of Nature
A thousand times reflected
Suspended between childhood dreams
And a grave in the sky
For some words die as children
$t. Mathieu