Á L’Infini

           Cet univers mien

                  Pour rien

                      Je ne veux le quitter,

                 Lui qui me tient

         À ces êtres oubliés.

                Au loin

                        Planqués,

                               À toucher

                                      Le silence

                                             Frôle,

                                                 À rêver

                                                      D’une danse

                                                          Vole,

                                                              D’un pas

                                                                 De là-bas

                                                                   Se pose

                                                                     La rose.

                                                                  Une résonnance

                                                                Envole

                                                           La cadence,

                                                     Les échos

                                                Lient

                                          Les sots

                                     Avertis.

                                     Les sauts

                                         De la nuit,

                                              Au ralenti,

                                                  Baladent

                                                    Les cœurs

                                                       Battants.

                                                      Une promenade

                                                    Á la volée

                                              Où longtemps

                                         Les vies

                                  Se tissent

                             Et jamais

                     Ne finissent.