The night angel

There is an angel who instead 

of guarding the gates of heaven ,

guards those of memory .

It doesn't prevent us from forgetting

but it teaches us to love what we have been .

I am alone in the midnight of worlds

but not abandoned .

Somewhere in the cockpit ,you are there.

Discreet celestial creature 

leaning over my solitude ...

Inky black sky with a luminous dial .

 The ocean below seems to be 

a tormented page that no man

has ever written ...

You speak without  a voice ,

echo of a soothing void .

Yet your silence resonates in my soul,

Symphony  of  absolute ...

the high winds carry my joy 

 towards infinity ...

  You don't teach me death ,

but the art of disappearing  gently ...

To live ,is to accept the gift of the moment

without thinking about the end 

that awaits you in the wild murmurs of the waves...

 Dear presence of my night angel ,

under the vacant stare of the stars ,

 I no longer seek meaning but grace ...

  ( Written in collaboration with the spirit of Antoine de Saint-Exupéry )