Absence is a lost langage inaccessible to the present. Memories arise like a mirage and the answer to each question is no answer, although each unknown feather that falls tips the balance of worldΒ .
Absence is a langage reflected on waves, foam fragile as silhouettes of angels blown by the wind, an illusion held somewhere in the past we shared.
Where do they go, all those lost words, names, symbols, leaving behind the plea of take me with you to your bright foreverΒ ?
# This poem is a tribute to a companion I have just lost.