Poésie pour le temps courant / Poetry for Current Times

Just Beneath Your Eyes

I am out of seek I am out of sight
I am out of touch I am unreachable
If you can swim if you can die
You will let the wind follow on my side

I would say God is a limit
But I’m not even sure when you wrap in a smile
All the blankets I collected
And you twist my arm and I would ask for life

All the papers are missed
All the letters are gone and you dance on the fire
All the blinkers are burning
All the goodbyes are gone and I remember you shine

Tell me the story
Tell me the story again
It’s a child close to the cliff
It’s a child that is called my name

I’m in despair
I’m in despair
And I’m not the only one
I’m in despair
I’m in despair
And there is is a blink
Just beneath your eyes

illustration : Picasso, La celestina, 1904.