Poetic-Verses from ATHANASE
You Knock At The Door
You knock at the door, enter, smile,
a little salty dust clinging to your eyelashes
and the song of the sun on your lips.
Then, with a delicate tenderness,
which turns your eyes into rainbows,
you lay your two tired hands
on the temples of the morning man.
That's when a peace beyond words and a music
only heard by a pure heart in love
invade the space of this tiny room,
where, sometimes, in there loneliness,
bleeding from indifference and exhausted by love,
God, the angels and the dead
come forward on tiptoe.
And, soul meeting soul, you hear
on this virgin day of June
time deck itself in ultimate light
and unsuspected beauty !
Tranlated from the French by Norton Hodges
a little salty dust clinging to your eyelashes
and the song of the sun on your lips.
Then, with a delicate tenderness,
which turns your eyes into rainbows,
you lay your two tired hands
on the temples of the morning man.
That's when a peace beyond words and a music
only heard by a pure heart in love
invade the space of this tiny room,
where, sometimes, in there loneliness,
bleeding from indifference and exhausted by love,
God, the angels and the dead
come forward on tiptoe.
And, soul meeting soul, you hear
on this virgin day of June
time deck itself in ultimate light
and unsuspected beauty !
Tranlated from the French by Norton Hodges
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You Knock At The Door
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