What you’ve left
When I look outside My eyes lose themselves I dream of great woodlands Of wilderness and of silence How could you? Destroy what remained of me So easily Now I’m lost in the meanderings of my mind Darkness and sadness fill my body That which you’ve not left I know, yes I know How simple it would be to forget you To efface in one slow movement passing before my eyes That which you’ve left So I dream of great woodlands A lake in the middle of nowhere The mist in the early morning Birds taking flight rippling the water Of the coldness on my skin But I know, yes I know It was nothing Nothing but my invasive desire A trick of my mind How simple it would be to forget you To efface in one slow movement passing before my eyes That which you’ve left If I wanted to. Sylvie (Text Song) ************************************************************************************* Author of ‘Le Miracle’ http://www.editionsazimuts.be/Le-Miracle-cbfaaaata.asp http://www.amazon.fr/gp/product/B00A69NHQO http://acrodacrolivres.be/boutique/ My first pleasure is to write… The second one is that you read my work and that you get as much pleasure as I do… Then we could say that it’s a victory!
Sylvie D. Ginestet 