Rendez vous

A longing  that  stretches  like a cat

languishing  by the fire ...

Thoughts ,tracing the evanescent curves

of these near dawns ,prelude of the conquest

of distant lands ,always leaving some nothing

 of biterness ..

Damned cat  taking up all the room on the sofa !

You won't let the memory of my loves be tamed ?

Lets' go poet ! resume the writing of your solitude ...

  She won't come any more .

she was just the carefree passer-by  

whose rain erases  the sweet lie ...

Poet ,you only have a rendez vous 

with the dessicated flower of the past ,

your words painting the music of absence ,

Then you invent a crazy ark ,

that casts the black ink  of servitude 

in some wild inner forest ...

Poet,you only have a rendez vous 

with the clouds of an old youth ...

 She won't come anymore .

And the cat still reigns on the sofa ...