Papillion

I am the breeze

along a blue horizon

as for you, you're just a child

praying by a pale rainbow

fading so silently

I am the echo of colour and shape,

a multi-coloured painting

as for you,

you're a random number

on the wall of camouflages

a lonely ghost of the past

a pale memory

in a frame composed of lies

You're a name in the sand

but the waves washed it away

as for myself,

I have to water the martyrs' flowers

You're just a note in the book of life

as for myself,

I leave a footprint

on the beach of eternity

Sometimes

when all the offences

apparently fade

I retreat into my shell

my cocoon

Sometimes

when all the industrious enviers

hitting the ground of superfluity

I disclaim

Sometimes

when all the abnormal beauty

reminds me of what I am living for

I pray

Sometimes

when all the eternal moments collide

I arise

inhale a breeze of my enigma

Let the signs become clear

clock's ticking

it is time

may the last message near

It is time

it is for tomorrow