In everything we love deeply, there seems to always be light and dark. But can love endure when the darkness trumps the light? I'm not sure...
Heavenly Gardens
An enemy of our future
Is walking by at dawn.
Our city, darker and darker,
Violated by a gesture,
All broken, drowned and done.
Paris floats like a dreamer.
Its people have become ghosts,
Lost in fear and in terror
Due to men whose hearts turned to stone.
Our meaning has gotten lost
And we no longer can honour
The promise we’ll never be alone.
After death should have come heaven,
We could only find blurred limbos.
Our children will have to look at a glow,
For a path cast away behind a forgotten garden;
And, you and I, we don’t know where it goes.
I only fathom my soul’s salvation, far below.
But the victims are sometimes silenced,
And the real perpetrators masquerade as saviours.
They have buried the traces of the past and distanced
Themselves from their old guilty crimes and dishonours.
Lost lives are all mourned,
But only some get to defend their dolors.
Deep inside my heart, I feel another world breathes,
Way underground, or over the rainbow,
And you and I can reach its gates if we drive
Far, far away, along the right way, beyond death.
Under a wreath, I will carry a crown and take a bow
While you will be able to catch the beat where we thrive.
- By Melissa Chemam
