© 2004 Myriam Delcroix
© 2004 French-speaking Association of Readers of the Urantia Book
A star passes and goes out in the cold silence,
Near the old oak, I watch for your absence,
and your words and your laughter are already slowly fading away.
I lower my head and think of you, tenderly...very tenderly.
The sun falls asleep in its blanket of night.
The tear that flows is not of sadness but of melancholy,
because I know that you already shine in this other universe...
Oh may your soul wait for mine in this light.
It's not a complaint, it's like a distant song
that the wind hums in the arms of the old oak.
It is not a tear that brushes the warmth of my hand,
it's all the space that invades the mist of my eyes.
It's all the space that speaks to me about you.
These are all the galaxies in the heart of a rose.
It is that true love beyond all things.
It’s this whole universe that vibrates with you...
A star passes and goes out in the cold silence,
near the old oak I watch for your absence.
I miss you, it's like a long journey,
but it's not the end, it's not a shipwreck.
It's like a whisper from eternity...
I go back in, I'm no longer cold, the silence spoke to me.
Myriam Delcroix