Au Loin

                                Un barrage naît,

                                       Plus rien

                                   Ne passe ;

                                        La paix

                                             S’est envolée,

                                        Loin

                                De l’autre côté

                        Restent les éclats

                  D’illusions

          Et de fausses

     Intentions.

             L’Atroce

                      Froideur

                            Reprend

                                    Sa place.

                                 Les gens

                           Sont de glace,

                                   Figés

                                        Et détournés.

                                    Une distance

                               Se creuse.

                                       Vers soi

                                             La présence

                                                     Rêveuse

                                                             Sans loi

                                                                  Ni limite,

                                                             Où tout

                                                        Est vite,

                                                            En rien

                                                                Demain

                                                                    Sera là.

                                                            Un détour

                                                      Avec peu,

                                                         Amer

                                                           De sens,

                                                     Des faits

                                                 De travers,

                                                     Un retour

                                                          En deux,

                                                        Une vie

                                                     Se replie. 

                                                        Plus rien,

                                                    Nie demain,

                                                       Tout est loin.

                                                 Aujourd’hui,

                                         Dans l’oubli

                                   Sous la pluie,

                                        Lentement

                                              Les peines

                                                     Se traînent,

                                               Le temps

                                        Caresse

                              Les blessures,

                                    La nuit

                                         Déesse

                                             Tu me rassures,

                                         Limpide

                                Dans le vide.