Poésie pour le temps courant / Poetry for Current Times

The Ancient Song

I carried my love in the loft of the day
In the light I was struggling and you asked me to stay
I can moan like an ancient song but it’s always too late
The clouds are coming and you ask me to stay

Please let the light be my shelter
Could you please ask the sky to shrink a bit on the edge
I am afraid of extension
And the dark blue coal is a better known
Shelter for the memories I have to get away

I have no name I have no shame
I’m a criminal untill the dawn will raise
And then I’m so alone I can’t pay my guilt
It’s my own prison I am alone to built

Carry me to the end of time
Let me give a look at the mountains on the track
We gonna beat the sun
We gonna beat the clock
And the world
Is all wrapped in my back