Here are the early morning birds,
drowning the end of a storm, "it is our reward, enjoy these first
moments...
Child, say, child, what is the matter ? I am looking, there are no
frightening shadows, no threats, nothing, please, child, look at me", his
face strained, "tell me, I do not understand", his eyes impassive, "I beg
you, come back to me, tell me that you see me, that you trust me, that I
can do something for you, although I know nothing about you;
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you must stand up, do you hear, face up.
You are looking for a lost happiness, do not think of it, do not listen to
yourself. Gather your strength, grab my energy, fill yourself with my
rage, they are yours, take them!"
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A
bird celebrates the day, the child is indifferent, stiffed in his mutism.
Delicate breeze in the trees, this morning, I was glad, I thought that he
was finished with his fears, wrong; I had thought that I had been useful,
at last, I have to give it up. I remember, as I was myself a child, I had
called, I, also, had longed for love, without finding it. I know of
his thirst, he does not believe in me, although I was like him; I hold him
in my arms, I feel him put his little hands on me, yes, he understands.
Confidence spreads inside of us, we are now two children gazing upon our
new world.
We are sitting side by side, drained, facing the fresh sky.
He holds my hand, tiny pressure, hope rises and renews us.
The child that I was has come back to me, his little hand is mine indeed,
our joined hands will not betray us, with them, we have the strength to
believe that today, tomorrow we shall keep this will of life, and that it
will be shared. This morning, it is possible, it is just up to a child's
breath.
"Sleep, be peaceful let your sleep lead you." Cradled, he slightly leans
towards me, there is nothing but his quiet breath. He is asleep; now you
can come out, old fancies. You are getting closer, I feel you circling
around me. I will not run away. Close to me, can you see him, lies a child
whom sleep I protect, and you will not wake him up.
You whirl, now, to have me waver. Already, you condemn us, but your circle
blurs, the child is still asleep. I, simple mortal, resisted, I who feels
the pain !
Shadows wander about and are still to be defeated. They are still around
our fears, it makes us want to stand, forces us to battle, in confusion,
awaiting, confrontation, hope, sorrow, apprehension, invocation, so the
child does not see, and keeps on dreaming.
He knows enough to carry on with life where I will have left it. Our both
existences now bound fill me with determination, joy, serenity.
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Spectre, you
also are with us, you follow our road, fellow traveller. This child knows
who you are, he shall take my place. For now, in his sleep, he has
forgotten you. But be sure that I hear you. His time shall come, so shall
his turn. His breath is my hope, his life is my relief, my child.
