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Lumière d'un enfant (Light from a child)

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It is safe and warm here in my tower

but outside only a fool would tread quickly.

Savagery, barely contained by the leash of possibility

rages against the stars

 

The intensity of the flashes blinds me

but only for a few moments

then my sight is restored

until the next exposion of light

 

A storm such as this

could take a single life or many

or destroy hearth and home, farm or town

turning stone to powder and timber to ash

 

I am aghast and agape as I stare

into the endless void of the night.

A small tot, a lad of few summers,

has stolen freedom from his crib or cot

 

The boy delights in the fury of the maelstrom,

rejoices in the brutality of the tempest.

He skips, he jumps and laughs outrageously

throughout his infantile gambling.

 

In a flash of light and loud explosion

he is gone from my view and I wonder

was he ever there or perhaps just the product

of my overworked imagination, yes?

 

Where have you gone, my Child of the Storm?

Where do you frolick now, little one?

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