EMPREINTES - EXTRAITS - Les passagers

D'où viennent les gardiens
De notre temps ?
La vastitude de l'espace
Les dilue.
L'horizon
Nous simplifie.

La colline se dissimule
Est-elle de ciel ou de terre ?
Entre visible et réalité,
L'invisible demeure.       
     
                                                                                                                         
L'aube :
                                                                                                                          Les esprits 
                                                                                                                          Glissent
                                                                                                                                                                     
                                                                                                                          Le bleu propre
                                                                                                                          Du matin ciel
                                                                                                                          Les attire.

                                                                                                                          La brume
                                                                                                                          De terre d'éveil,
                                                                                                                          Délicate,
                                                                                                                          Les entoure,
                                                                                                                          Les emprisonne
                                                                                                                          Un instant.
                                                                                                                       
                                                                                                                           Impression
                                                                                                                          Fugace,
                                                                                                                          Les passagers
                                                                                                                          Du temps
                                                                                                                          M'enlacent.

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