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The Melody Of Time. {poetry}

{Photo credit: Sophie Gregoire}

 

That is true,

we never had the time,

to smile enough,

go and bite the sun,

tell our secret garden stories

and narrate each other.

 

Of course,

you did leave,

even before I bloomed,

before I could make words,

out of the petals

of my thoughts.

 

You never get to see

that little brunette you created.

Live, grow up,

suffer and love.

Climb her ladders and fall,

jump on trampolines

like an amused gazelle,

stride along dark limbo,

catch the strings of the souls,

while flowering our world

with new ideas.

 

Of course I know

we never could

make our words leap

as you had wished.

 

Remember and relate

in concert,

as a sweet novel

of the past.

The aniseed sweets.

Our cushion-y days,

but also the dramas,

the hollers and adventures

and sparkling dreams

that adorned our lives.

 

Time did fail,

forever cutting the thread.

Ethereal  and transparent

you flew away.

 

I still remember our August’s stars,

yesteryear’s perfume,

and our raspberry scents,

the candies

and crystals of violets.

I have inhaled recollection

inside and out,

I have surrounded them.

 

I still feel you around me.

Waiting for me,

in one room or another

every time I come back home.

 

On that sad and bitter day,

Reminding us of your leaving hour

The day you departed

for the Infinite sea.

Amidst that odd, instant chill

I have come to thank you for your gifts.

 

Hoping you will hear my words

from where you may stand.

I imagine you,

as high as we used to laugh,

as superb as your wittiest words,

an unalterable star,

Shining a bright blue sky.

 

You must know,

of course you do,

that kind words

are life’s aerial flowers of love.

They fly and dance

before overwhelming our bodies,

hearts and souls,

never to leave.

 

This is how the love pearls you had sewn,

both beneath our garden trees

and in my heart,

to this day,

still lift me in flights.

 

There are those souls who do not flee,

spirits who do not become ghosts

recollections which embellish,

and color the houses

against all odds,

in any way whatsoever

time seems to say.

 

Memory is such a honeyed candy,

offering us

the gift of our past,

a former beauty.

 

I don’t see you around anymore,

but through its savant recipe,

the memory’s trick,

you now live and breathe,

deep down in my heart.

 

Deep inside,

I know you listen

hear, help, smile,

and laugh at my mistakes.

You marvel in my wander

and my inexplicable adventures.

 

I wholeheartedly hope

you are also proud.

Proud and happy

of who got to become

that little girl you helped shaped.

 

I can sense your former smiles,

your own reassuring looks.

They seem brief, secret

and discrete,

but resolutely there,

behind the paintings,

as snatching out

the mist of the past.

 

We have beaten time.

 

We now stand apart,

like seasons do,

energetic summer and stationed winter,

Inexorably in our

palpable world,

put aside by time’s

unstoppable sweep.

 

But the more

he offers us his days,

entrusts us with

his round hours,

white unlimited treasure to decorate,

the more I hear

your sweet voice,

blue and purple waves

velvety, downy melody,

softly, relating.

 

On this anniversary day

may a thousand singing birds,

surrounded with baskets

of Lilly of the valley,

flow along your way.

Carrying in their scented petals,

all our summer memories,

and sunset skies.

 

With Eternal love.

 

*****

wp-content-uploads-2015-04-sophiegregoire-300x224Sophie Gregoire is a thinker. You may often find her with a new idea or a new concept to explain, holding a notebook and pencil. Also found reading and writing, she is more than anything an independent soul. She enjoys traveling and getting lost in new places, namely in Asia. She says it helps understanding our worlds, its people and the humankind. She loves writing to transform her endless thoughts into some kind of reality, and to keep the little piece of sanity she still has. She savors coffee, encounters, Yoga and meditation, and cats… while her own cat is her greatest muse! You could contact Sophie via Facebook and on her writing page.

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