Tides's nights [15 novembre 2020].

 Tides's nights

No wind on the vessel
But the singing tide
just take away
the blossomed aurore
that we risk to find every time

Not wind on the vessel
that we risk to find every time
whisper to us :
"There is no wind
No wind for us,
Only the begining of
the surf of the tides
and the dawn approaching
with its fangs full of flames
Scares us scares us.
There is no wind
No wind to wrap our benches
nothing but torn hope
of a night without wind in the sails
of a night in the cradle of the stars,
where the deep ocean in turn drapes milky night,
soft velvety black water studded with stars
There is no wind for us,
Only the begining of a moan,
Of the moaning tide. »

 Pierre-Adrien Marciset