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 )
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
This seems in spirit with the Little prince. A spiritual write. Nicely done Lorenz
Thank you Soren.Just a common case of channeling .It happens to me often !
You are most welcome Lorenz
Brilliant write!
Thank you my dear friend in poetry !
Night turns solitude into the wings of memory and into a gentle reconciliation with eternity.
That's what's being said in such a poetic way ! I love it !
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