J’ai cherché sans te trouver,
Dans les étoiles qui scintillent
Et les ténèbres profondes
Sans te voir.
Je te croyais fantôme,
Image de l’espoir,
Né du désire,
Ephémère comme la brume
Ou mon rêve.
Je ne savais pas
Que tu y étais déja,
Ame de mon âme
Qui m’attendais
Au fond du cœur
I sought without finding
In the shimmering stars
And the deep shadows
And saw you not.
I thought you a phantom,
Image of hope,
Born of desire,
Ephemeral as the mist
Or my dream.
I knew not
That you were already here,
Soul of my soul,
Waiting for me
In the depths of my heart.
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Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of The Silent Eye, a modern Mystery School. She writes alone and with Stuart France, exploring ancient myths, the mysterious landscape of Albion and the inner journey of the soul. Find out more at France and Vincent. She is owned by a small dog who also blogs.
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Beautiful ❤️
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Thank you ❤
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A beautiful poem Sue, in a beautiful language – belle et profonde.
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Merci bien, Jeff.
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Beautiful!
I had a reply in French all ready and couldn’t get logged in on my phone yesterday. Now, I’m on the computer and can’t do accent marks. Can’t win…
Love you loads. This recalls the French poetry I studied in school. ❤
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Thanks, Darcy… I never figured out French punctuaion on the phone either 🙂
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So very lovely, Stuart…
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Thank you 😊
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