This summer I ran in Gatineau park.
And I was in love .
Madly in love with this warrior
that had conquered winter .
I was falling asleep
in the animal night
full of a cuddly enigma .
Blood pulsing in mystery ...
You knew nothing of my betrayals
which wound along
a path in Gatineau park ,
looking at me so amazed ...
Lone wolf fleeting
in this wilderness ,
when the pursuit of love ,
begged for its hunger ...
Ungrateful rocky path ,
surrounded by an intangible beauty...
Was there no other way
to express that I loved you ?
And I possessed your sighs
like a torment to endure...
Then came the deceptive warmth
of indian summer .
And you left ,perhaps tired
of my departures .
Or is it rather me ,
who stayed in the children's realm ?
One day, when september
came aroud ,
my insolent youth
passing me by
without a glance ,
leaving a few white strands
of weariness in my hair ...
I often think of you .
Nomad with no destination
who faces the road ahead .
I miss the rough pebbles
on the long path .
It snowed on Gatineau park ...
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Comments2
The season here seem the seasons of life and the walk through the park the walk through life. A wonderful metaphor well imaged
I wanted a text with a simple metaphorical style !
Well that worked
Love, like nature, moves in cycles. It can be as bright as summer, as fragile as autumn, and inevitably enter its winter.
A return of spring remains ! But it's a very fleeting season in Canada ...
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