Beyond the white morning

I remember being asleep
a second long as one whole hour
the virtouosity of dreaming
coming through the smoke

In the clumsy embrace
of undefined colours
saved in a speechless moment
out in the perfect silence
where even breathing disappears

Le ciel est simple
Le ciel parle

Another day is fading, failure overrunned
night is coming faster

The pressure of life released
youth restored, for a minute passed in wishes

Fingers approaching eyes
without control, moved by invisible wind

This rain is buying my soul
this curtain is bringing back my hidden half.