La veille
Quelqu’un compte pour nous
les heures sans sommeil,
quelqu’un garde pour nous
les fleurs sans pareil.
Quelqu’un compte toujours
les larmes sans oreille,
quelqu’un garde toujours
les charmes de la veille…
Christina Egan © 2012
Nightwatch
Someone counts, rest assured,
inconsolable hours,
keeps all prayers secured,
incomparable flowers.
Someone counts day and night
tears unseen and unheard,
guards the circle of light
round a mind deeply stirred…
Christina Egan © 2016
I was thinking of angels or saints when I wrote these lines (twice, in French and in English); other humans might prefer to think of spirits or the only God. I hope there is no one on earth who has no comfort of this sort at all!
Photograph by ignis, via Wikimedia Commons [GFDL, CC-BY-SA-3.0 or CC BY-SA 2.5-2.0-1.0].
Christina Egan 