The Burning Second ...

To look at you, my eyes will end in blood
Your brightness reflects the eternity on trees,
In front of the star my heart is flooded,
Beside the lake, I feel the breeze;
The freshness of a pleasure fills,
So powerful as a field of daffodils.

I breathe the flavor of the Milky Way
I hear the immense heat of its light,
I admire the silence of the bay
To resist at appeal it is my fight:
I do not see any more beyond,
The earth, the burning second.

Sluggish brain, flowers opened saturate
My spirit monopolized at high altitude:
When I observe the twilight late,
I would forget almost my solitude:
Now, I believe that I can fly
I believe I can touch the sky.

I still watch for the setting sun
One moment when the star pierces my life,
For my eyes it’s an only fun
The light from above to stab me with a knife;
A brightness glittering on the sand,
Crashes on my unknown lands.

Kate, Fairbanks.

PS: ce choix d'écrire en anglais était un défi que je me lançais ! j'espère que vous apprécierais malgré cela !