BLUE YONDER 2008-03-21 BLUE YONDER Was it on the wings of soul Or on the soles of a mysterious wind That I took off To cough the phlegm Of a lifelong earthbound memory? Was it the slight lift of a breeze, The lure of the blue void, Or the curves and lines I saw Ahead of me on the plains? Dots of shadows on the ground The sun heat vibrating the air. A launch into the distance. Past promises of Icarus Or feats of Prometheus? As I reached up high to see the bent horizon I became a wandering sputnik My golden goal dissolved Into sparkling rays of ice. The light of ages and times long gone Speaks form the stars I. Whole. Pascal Legrand Visiteurs : 281 Back to home