L'ASTRE DE LA NUIT
Bel Astre de la nuit charmante
Aimable et clairvoyant,
Que je t'aime, que je t'adore,
Quand tu disparais avant l'aurore.
Aimable et clairvoyant,
Que je t'aime, que je t'adore,
Quand tu disparais avant l'aurore.
Rival timide de la lune modeste
Encore plus beau et plus céleste!!!!
Brillant avec éclat dans l'air
Parmi la douce atmosphère.
Continue, oh! bel Astre luisant!!
De guider mes pas errants,
Et de soirée en soirée
D'éclairer mes promenades égarées.
-- Par ANNA COX, âgée de douze ans et demi
Never knew Anne was twelve when she wrote that.
I learned to recite that a long time ago in the chilly city that I spend this morning. And while it's not Chi City, never been to Lake Michigan, am not Kanye West, it's strange to have that come on in the car, as I roll streets my teenage feet skipped and plodded back and forth and upside down. Past buildings climbed, unaccompanied but not alone, in the moonlight. Beyond familiar. Rich tapestries of my ghost actions on every corner, memory layers super-imposed over every street and alley. Listening to the wind I kissed in play on so many nocturnal adventures. Miss being lost yet free. And yeah, I still miss that cat.
Now. A clear destination back across the sea on a Sunday. (to the real world?)
But, hey.
All the world's a stage.
"Everyone's an egg sometimes, just don't get caught with yourself on your own face" - Rihia2k.
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