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Une Vie, La Nuit

Publié le 29 Août 2008 par Sév dans Au fil des rencontres

                                 Le ciel

                                    Ouvre

                                       La porte

                                          De l’infini

                                             Où les étoiles

                                                Se dévoilent.

                                             Chandelles

                                          Emportent

                                        Les pensées,

                                          De lumières

                                            Éparpillées.

                                         Les rêves

                                     Se découvrent

                               Et inondent

                           Ce monde

                        D’apparence

                      En trêve.

                        La nuit,

                          S’endort

                            La vie ; 

                               D’une quiétude

                                 Infinie,

                              D’émotions

                          Intenses,

                     La solitude

                  Sort

              De l’oubli.

              Voyage

                 Où les pages

                     D'une vie

                          Se tournent

                              Et détournent,

                              Flots

                           De pensées

                         Aux maux

                      Allongés,

                  Avec sérénité

                L’histoire se fait.  

                  La vie

                     Dort,

                         Encore

                             Une nuit,

                            À être

                          Éveillée

                       Par cette

                     Magie ;

                        Je suis

                             Dans l’oubli,

                         Sous la voûte

                    À l’écoute

                De l’infini,

             Immortelle

         Sans ailes.


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Antre Vie

Publié le 25 Août 2008 par Sév dans Vous Autres

                                             Quand ma vie

                                                    Prendra fin…

                                                        Je vois ce jour,

                                                     Seule toujours,

                                                  La paix vient

                                               Caresser

                                            Ce corps

                                        En oubli.

                                      L’âme

                                         En repli,

                                            L’esprit

                                                S’envole,

                                                    Une vie

                                                        S’endort.

                                                           Je pense

                                                        Souvent,

                                                    Au chant

                                               De la mort,

                                          Á cette danse

                                      Lentement.

                                          Le dernier

                                             Port

                                                Destiné,

                                                    La fin

                                                       D’une vie,

                                                          Loin

                                                             D’un oubli.

                                                      Sans ami,

                                                   Aucun…

                                              Je n’en

                                        Veux point.

                                           Avec cran,

                                               Je partirai

                                                  Fidèle

                                                    Á moi-même.

                                                 J’essaierai

                                               De voler

                                            De mes propres

                                        Ailes,

                                     Sans vous autres.

                                       Nulle part

                                           Je suis bien,

                                               Trop tard

                                                   Je suis loin,

                                                      Aucune place,

                                                        L’être glace.

                                                    Je ne sais

                                                Où trouver

                                            Cet havre de paix,

                                        Je ne sais

                                     Chercher

                                  Sans me cogner

                               Et encore tomber.

                                   Á vous voir

                                       Et vous croire

                                           S’en vole

                                               L’espoir,

                                                   Tôt ou tard

                                                       Mensonge

                                                           Se sait,

                                                              Un songe

                                                                  Éclaté.

                                                             En taule

                                                           Je suis,

                                                         En vie

                                                     Au sol

                                                   En survie.

                                                     Jamais

                                                         Je ne pourrais,

                                                            Par la terreur

                                                                Brisée,

                                                             Á contre cœur

                                                          Aimer.


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Là Verse

Publié le 21 Août 2008 par Sév dans Maintenant

                                           Ces instants

                                        Indécis,

                                            De si grands

                                                Mépris

                                                   Appellent la vie,

                                             Dans le silence

                                        Tout à distance,

                                     Sans croyance.

                                 La quiétude

                                    S’en est

                                         Allée.

                                            Avec la solitude,

                                              L’inquiétude

                                          Réside ;

                                      De pensées

                                  Frigides,

                                      Autour

                                          Le vide

                                      Tourbillonne.

                                  Entre

                                      Le feu

                                            Et la glace,

                                                   Le cœur

                                                Déchiré

                                              Et lourd

                                         Résiste ;

                                      Rien

                                           Ne le tient,

                                                Tout

                                                   En crise,

                                               Peu

                                          Le brise,

                                     Creux

                                 De coups,

                                     Délaissé

                                         Sans panser.

                                                    Quelques pas

                                         D’ivresse,
                                    S'en va
                                La tristesse

                                      Et la douleur 

                                            Se verse,

                                         Avec froideur

                                       Le cœur
                                         Se berce.
  



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Une Vie, Un Oubli

Publié le 17 Août 2008 par Sév dans Maintenant

 

                                                  Et si j’étais

                                           Autrement ?

                                      Je partirais loin

                                 Á perte de vu,

                             Pour ne plus

                         Me sentir

                     Si différente ;

                           Á tel point

                                   Oubliée

                                        Et reniée,

                                             De la vie

                                                  Martyre.

                                        Le temps,

                             Mon seul ennemi, 

                      Je ne te défie,

             Je t’oublie

        Aussi. 

               Si froid

                      Là dedans,

                                Je cherche

                                           Encore,

                                                   Peut-être

                                                               Á tord,

                                                                        Á être

                                                                               Sans paraître.

                                                                         Tu crois

                                                                 Disparaître,

                                                        En équilibre

                                            Sur une perche,

                                       Libre

                              De penser,

                         Rêver

                Á s’oublier ;

                               Libre

                                      D’exister,

                                             Marcher

                                                    Dans l’obscurité,

                                                             Une légèreté

                                                                     Recherchée.

                                                   Dans l’abandon

                                            Je suis,

                                       Je vis

                              Sans raison.

                       L’intérieur

                               Me bouleverse,

                                        Si puissant

                                                De sentiments
                                                        
Si grands,

                                                                 Une traverse

                                                                        Sans que larme

                                                                                    En sorte,

                                                                         De cette porte

                                                                     Où derrière

                                                               Planquée,

                                                      De blessures

                                                 Ouvertes,

                                                         Cris

                                                   De déchirures,

                                                              Aujourd’hui

                                                                        Je vis.  

  


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