Nathalie Boisard-Beudin
Should You Seek

Should
You
Seek me
Hunt my soul
In the green shadows
The dark corridors of your mind
Where flashes of golden memories dust cut through night
In precise eternal instants
Before oblivion
Without doubts
There shall
I
Be

[True]

There
You
Shall find
Bruised wings
My old soul waiting
A faithful dog sniffing for love
For the scent of your laughter on a rainy Monday
Ready to race by your side still
Catch your breath again
With my lips
For I
Am
Yours

[Still]

Should
You
Seek me
Remember
That once there was love
Should devotion win and slink
Past ephemeral cracks in your determination
Enfold and ensnare you once more
Wherever you fly
Without doubts
There shall
I
Be